A Mother’s Love

My heart fell asleep, afraid, in the dark
I looked at mother, rage I could not say
Anger made its way, within hate would spark
Flames consumed by eyes, I will make her pay

Blood will fall tonight, but I can not see
Rage is like an ocean, deep I will dive
But my words venomous, say it can’t be
She looks at me, how is she still alive?

The fire burns my face, the pain is bright
I scream at her, my voice makes the glass fling
Red words fill my mind, someone died this night
It’s all over me, I’m just “a thing”

I can see the blood drip down from above
I slit my throat, all for a mother’s love

--Toby M., 9th-12th Grade.