We were so strong
Every day we'd sit and talk
I watched you decline
Doing everything in my power so I can watch you incline
But my mental health had gotten left behind
So when you were finally coping with life
I was struggling not to take mine
Now all of a sudden I'm disrespectful
Cause I speak with truth
With hurt that's buried deeper that the roots
You see my smile and call it loot
The same thing a therapist would call a loop
Knives are a tool I struggle trying not to use
Say poetry is how I cope but my writings don't change a thing
Cause my mental health still declining and I can't stop my brain from racing and wondering
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Author:
nehemiah adams (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My mom was in a bad place due to her boyfriend who cheated. I was there for her every step of the way. She found out I was bisexual. Her words created this wedge between my identity and Christianity. I started to argue my point with her, I tried to show her why I thought I was going to hell. I wasn't being disrespectful but she thought I was and now our relationship feels distant
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Comments4
A deeply personal poem that is heart felt. A lovely write
Thank you l, I'm glad you liked it
Sometimes you are stronger than even your mom-keep writing and give her time to go through her own growth and healing-keep on the nice and steady path if life’s trippin’ and feelin sad…see you made me do this:))
Aww thank you so much, your amazing
Love it
A heartfelt very personal write, keep writing at least your thoughts and feelings are safe in poetic form and slowly healing will begin
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