I Told My Mother I Was Going To Kill Myself Poem by Ramona Thompson

She
Told
Me

To
Do
It

Go
Right
Ahead

She
Did't
Care

She
Did't
Love

You're
A
Mistake

Much
Better
Off

If
You
Were

Dead
And
Buried

Out
Of
Sight

Out
Of
Mind

I
Sobbed
Endless

She
Laughed
Cruel

Offered
Me
Pills

A
Gun
Even

To
Get
Done

Quick
And
Clean

My
Last
Wish

Called
Me
Pitful

A
Stupid
Fool

With
No
Reason

None
At
All

To
Live
Anymore

So
I
Won't

Because
She
Agrees

That
I
Should't

This
Will
Now

Be
Forever
More

Goodbye
To
You

Cruel
Cruel
World

Won't
Care
Anyway

So why oh why should I?