She washes down her Prozac,
with Coke, and a bottle of Gin;
It's the only way, she can face the day,
“Mother's Cocktail”, her Son always said.
She needs to kill the pain,
which plagues her troubled life;
For her fragile heart, has been torn apart,
and pierced with a poisonous dart.
But no matter how hard she tries,
or how many pills she may take;
It is never enough, to cover up,
the shame of her emptiness.
Life wasn't always this way,
for this Woman consumed with Depression;
She used to feel joy, when her Son was a boy,
and each day was a day to enjoy.
Then this Child she loved so much,
disowned her as his Mother;
He told her one day, to "Just go away",
and she has never again been the same.
She's all too aware that she'll die,
if she continues to take all those pills;
But she can not forgive, the Mother she is,
thus she gave up her own will to live.
So she swallows what is left,
of her prescription “Sleeping Pills”;
Then she lays down in bed, already half dead,
"You're pathetic", her Son always said.