(Reading the book- ‘poems for a world gone to shit’
Here’s one I wrote of to add to poems for a world gone to shit. A post-suicide poem I wrote in 2018. For the record, my mother didn’t call me this. She called me worse. I’m seriously joking now.
My mother called me a Narcissist
My mother called me a narcissist
My mother called me a narcissist cos I tried to kill myself
Posted on Apr 17, 2019, in EXPERIMENTAL WRITING and tagged dark poetry, Depression, Emotions, EXPERIMENTAL WRITING, Family matters, In Yer Face poetry, POETRY, post suicide, Self medication, spirituality, suicide poetry. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
Good write. honest and straight forward with a sad touch of funny.
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I use the term ‘write to recover’ to deal with my mad moments. My mom didn’t see the humour lol..
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