A mommy dearest with her wrist held high, a diet of pills to numb and ease her mind
To hate she simply turns a blind black eye, a hollow tone spits out the words "Son, I want to die"
What lovely sentiment, a parent heaven sent to guide and nurture an impressionable adolescent
The perfect compliment to add to nothingness "don't be afraid" she said "it's not like I'll be missed"
Farewell Mommy dearest
Some people shouldn't be parents