sues mother killed her self


sooner sometimes later..


sooner you get to know

what life is and how to appreciate it

later you feel loss and regret what you didnt say

what you couldnt have said

what you refused to say but were too stupid and stubborn

what you cried about every night saying to yourself because she cant hear you any more

she more than lilkely didnt hear you when she could....

you want a sad song ok.. for books....
to make money..

ok.........

here is a sad song.....

my gift to you.....

in the morning.....
we all lined up...
to kiss her goodbye... on i our way to go to school....

no line breaks here.......

i am a middle child....

so i am in the middle... of course where else would i be...

but i keep making excuses to go to the back of the line
because i dont feel right

no its wright...
i feel sick to my stomach, i want to throw and and go to the toilet at the same time....

i know she is lieing
i can feel it in my blood...

in my veins in my funky shiney pantent leather silver baby doll shoes........

i tell her i cant go to school because i am sick

she says i have too

i say why
i cant

i am sick

she makes me take two baby ass prines and forces me to drink some tap water.... to wash them down

i tell her i dont feel well and i am not going to school.

i am absolutely not going to school...

she hugs me
she tells its going to be ok..
i cry
she hugs me tighter and kisses my funky face
my hair is pulled back in two ponies with pink bows
so so dam tight i look like joan rivers but with a bigger and fatter nose.....

no no no
i am not going

she hugs one more time and say's look you got some lunch money
i tell her i dont want lunch money
i want my bolonge and tomatoe sandwitch with my apple
and free toes.....
she smiles kisses my forehead and tells me

little theresa you have to go to school you are going to be late
when you come home today, we will have our peanut butter and and jelly sandwitchs and it will be ok......

i look at her knowing she is lieing to me
i say do you promise..

she said i promise.....

........but she was lieing.......

when i came home that day with my brother arthur
the house was dark
and quiet everything was closed
all the blinds the windows were locked
and no mOMMY..... to greet, hug and kiss us at the front door...

my brother said he would go to the back and jump into through a window
i sat on the front porch feeling sicker in my stomach then when i left...... that morning......
he comes to the front door
unlocks it and heads straight to the kitchen.....to make guess what
our famous peanut butter and jelly sandwitch, mean while i go looking for my mommy
and their she is......laying covered in plastic.....
dead.......

cold

and purple........... funny how purple always affected me
or is effected.......
i came up to her and kissed her face and held her hand....
my brother started yelling for me to come eat... our happy snack meal..... but i am not answering

so after eatting half his sandwitch he decides he had better come see why i am not eatting mine....

he comes into the room
and freaks out..........i look at him and tell him she is ok......
to leave her alone...
but he thinks he can save her.........but

we both know she IS DEAD>>>>>>>>
she is stone cold and purple what are you going to do

lite a match and blow the house up..........
perhaps i was high from breathing in the gas..

perhaps i was just a freak stuck in some dead zone dimension
its not clear.... and it will never be clear...

but what was clear
was that she was dead.........
she killed her self.....that day... and she lied.....
i never ate peanut butter and jelly ever again.............
why......
well
the truth is..........
peanut butter and jelly will kill you...............

if you eat......it

sooner or later

it will kill your guts.......... fill it with cancer.....
or some dis ease
.....................

thats my story................

my song........for you on this day

where we have clean hands......... now

thank you......
here is my lunch money... my mother gave me

.50cents.....

go buy some lunch.....

I want to get a poetry about natural, please...
you can send now .....