And I bring him a quesadilla and a coconut shake
And laugh at his jokes
And feel sad and baffled
Because he seems just like a young man
Who is sensible, rational and intelligent
With a bright future ahead of him
Not like a troubled boy
Who ended up in the emergency room yesterday
With plans to kill himself.
And I try not to hate myself
(but I do)
For the fact that the genes that make his mind try to kill him
For no good reason
Come from me.
--Cie
For my son
I hope with any hope I ever had or have left that the counseling will help and you will be able to live a long, happy life in spite of the fact that you seem to have inherited my damn disease.
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