My Truth

Momma, I’m a sinner

To feel the way I felt
Not a soul deserves it
I blacklisted and judged
When many were at lows
And now I must repent

Momma, I’m in the wrong

I argue with those I love
But I never take responsibility
For the curdling things I’ve spoken
And our relations die
Along with another part of me

Momma, I love you still

Those cuts on my legs
Weren’t because of you
But the experiences
The agony
I realize I put myself through

Momma, I’m trying to get better….

It’s hard with lack of support
The only support is that sinister voice
The “just do it”
I’m still here but how much longer to avoid?

Momma, I need help

The meds only do so much
To mellow out my space
I’m building a tolerance
To positive mental health
But I’ll keep trying

Momma, I wish I was fine