Thanks, Mom

Dear Mom,
Thanks for the years
the years of my tears
you treat me bad
and you make me sad
I just want to die
in heaven I'd lie
I'd sail and I'd dream
I wouldn't have time to scream
I wouldn't take the tears
I wouldn't have these fears
I would be able to love
I could rise high above
and even though I seem to hate
I don't hate as I probably should
that I expect, you probably would
you hate everything and even yourself
so I'll hang the presence of you
upon my highest shelf
even though you cause a hole in my heart
in years of time, you can always re-start.