I Miss You Mom

I've been popping pills, can't you tell?

Pupils dilated, high as hell

Numb my pain, they do it well, brilliant mind like Galileo

Rolling L's, light up, in a hour I'll ash my Lucky

Trying to wish back when I had Timmy, Tommy, and Chucky

Seemed so little, but when you're older, they're not so tiny

Writing this inside my notebook

Take a toke and think of Mommy

Hair fell out; days went from bright to cloudy

Lupus was her appointment, so she had to leave early

Never tardy.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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