Mom... Did you just...
Pills and whiskey down her throat
As she slowly stumbles down the stairs.
Yes.
Through her cries and regret
She begins crashing into walls.
Panic.
"Call 911!" I yell, as I begin holding my mother
After she collapsed, her head hitting the floor.
Why...
I hear police sirens outside our home.
My sister runs through the front door in fear.
The paramedics begin asking her things
That she barely knew the answer to.
"What's your name?"
"Do you know where you are?"
And most importantly..
"Why did you do it?"
...
"I didn't want to bother her anymore."
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