crying at the funeral it should have been me not mother

looking at the empty chairs no has even bothered to come crying.

at home by night i saw the news about the accident.

looking at a bottle of pills my thoughts are telling me to end i grab a hand full.

i thought of calling my sister at the i said at least i be with mom

and hanged up the phone before she can reply and took a handful of pills my chest i heard in distance sirens then vision went blurry and door broke
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