Sleepless nights,
Am I a good mother?
Could I have done more?
What did I do wrong?
Where did I go wrong?
How did I miss the signs?
We went for help,
But it was too late.
Thanksgiving without him
Because he was in a rehabilitation clinic
Alcohol.
Then, locked up for nine months.
I couldn't see my baby boy in that place.
When he came home,
I thanked God that he was safe again.
Guilty, because I had my other kids.
My other responsibilities.
The first time he slit his wrists,
He was only 15 years old.
Then, he popped pills.
Hospital visits.
He finally succeeded.
And I have failed.
Now, I wear black.
The pain in my chest
Its going to explode.
I scream and cry and can't escape.
Each day I get up,
The world is different
Depression is real
And it took my baby boy.
<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
Copyright 2019
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