Mama did not

Mama did not try
Mama did not try at all
At some point she gave up
At some point she just let it slip from her hands

She called me a drama queen
She called me an attention whore
She called me a problem
She called me a nuisance

She said I was just being "overly dramatic"
That my bouts of depression
My spurts of self-hated mutilation
Were just my teenage emotions
Running wild

When I'd beg to come home from school
Pleading on the phone
"Please Mama"
I cannot do this anymore
I cannot be myself anymore
I can no longer breathe
I can no longer live

She said, "Fine, come home. But go to your room to cry. I am tired. I do not want to hear it."