I can’t cope with living anymore
Leaving for good should be a choice
Should be empty of moral guilt
I’ll never get over my Mom’s passing
I’ll never accept the patriarch imposing the bully into my life again
With his psychological games
And daily gaslighting
Die, I will
If not by my adding diseases
By my own crazy despair
I pitty my Dad though
I see through him
I’d also want to abandon the heavy burdon I am in the nearest landfil
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