History Repeats

I’m waiting for my liver to finally fucking die

I’ll have an excuse, but they’ll still ask why

why did she do it

she couldn’t get through it

i thought that she loved me

but i guess i was wrong

no you weren’t wrong

my heart bled for you

you have no idea what your mother went through

knowing that I’m hurting you

and don’t know what to do

except drink my pain away

and i know you’re gonna say

THAT’S A SHITTY THING TO DO

AND I AGREE WITH YOU

but yeah i did it anyway

and now I’m dead

and i know you got these questions

and answers you are seeking

so these poems are for my children

when the grave is whose speaking