mom,
This will make attempt number two
Mom this is what i plan to do
now there is a baby bump
this sailing ship, i plan to jump
the pills they were too weak
and brought me down straight to my knees
new bruises to my arms
fathers no longer my my greatest harm
but your love, it keeps me warm
when he asked me why i tried to do it
i told him the news, was my final hit
this babies life a loveless pit
the gun is loaded now
my heads draped in a towel
i'll muzzle sound for you
hopefully i'll fallow through.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem