Oh Dearest Mother

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I've always thought of many ways...

Of how it shall be done.

A gun,

A knife,

A silver dagger across my throat.

Yes that one sure sounds fun.

And when I'm there,

In my mad state being,

I'll smile a mad man's smile,

As I slit away my life.

I won't be sorry.

I won't even put up a fight.

I'll let a few tears escape,

As I realize this is really the end.

Maybe a few years later,

She'll realize just what she did.

Because for now she can deny it.

Say that I was insane.

But she can't deny forever.

That I died with her in vain.