Mother Dearest

I'm a failure.
A good for nothing fool.
Hopefully someday you'll realize your words hurt.
But by then I'll be floating face down in the pool.

"You can't do anything right!"
Are those the only words you can say?
They appear to be.
But yet again you've succeeded in making me not want to live another day.

The suicidal thoughts come again.
Flowing through my brain.
Causing all this pain.
And absolutely no gain.

"Worthless and stupid!"
Isn't that what you say?
Or is it something closer to this.
"Of course she's dumb, she chose to be gay."

Just keep telling all your friends that honey.
Maybe you'll feel better about yourself.
But until I hear a genuine apology,
I hope you burn in hell.