Make it stop. Make it stop. Make the voices stop. Make the thoughts stop. Make my mind stop. Make the pain stop My heart. Make it quiet. Please.

He tried. He tried so fucking hard. He did.

But he couldn't do it. It hurt. Too much.

His head is hung low as he stares down at the ground from afar. It would hurt. But would it hurt more than now?

No he can't. He can't leave her.

He wants to see his mom again. Once more. Hear her voice again.

But he'd have to leave her. He can't do that.

He sits down with a sigh. The bottles of alcohol clanging in the wind as he drinks himself to once another blackout. On once another mother's day.