shell1964 Poetry (1)

I love my mother
Although I'll try not to bother
But sometimes I can't breath
I wish she would see
I pull out my inhaler
As she pulls out another
She lives it upher lips touch the butt
My eyes begin to turn red
I wish I would be dead
My lungs begin to burst
I guess this isn't the worst
My pupils grow wide
I was thought to die
All because she lit one up
I then woke up
In a small white room
Hopefully this isn't my room
Over my mouth was a mask
That will help me here while I last
In my hand was another hand
I look over to see a familiar woman
I breathed the last time
The buzzer went off and doctors were there
She dropped my hand as I wasn't here
If only she didn't lite another
If only she knew I still be here