Mum, one day I got really
depressed and I wanted to die.
You were really supportive and
kind to me. I tried to kill myself once,
you were still supportive,
I tried to kill myself again,
and then you changed.
You threatened to get me sectioned,
you took me to A&E for not taking my pills.
You seem like you don't love me any more.
When you look me in the eyes all I see is hate and anger.
When you speak to me, you sound cold,
you are insensitive and you don't support me any more.
You don't try to understand me any more,
and you don't have time for me.
You went from my friend to a stranger.
I'm sorry I'm depressed
I'm sorry I'm not happy
I can't control how I feel.
I'm sorry I lost you...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Why invest your emotions in someone bent on destruction? I'm sure your mother's heart is broken. The only one who can mend it is you. I suggest finding a reason to live. Maybe start living for others, if your own life is so unappealing. Go out and do a few good deeds for someone who needs 'em. Your poem is very powerful and sad. It's excellent, in fact, but terribly unpleasant to read.