(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 POETRY and tagged Beliefs, Creative Writing, Creativity, Depression, Emotions, INSPIRATION, Life, MENTAL HEALTH, poems, 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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