Where The Dark Thoughts Go

A quick but very dark poem.

When the laughing starts to end
And the lights dim low
I ask my mother
Where the dark thoughts go

She stares at me
And wonders why
The kitchen knife
Is in her thigh

Tears well up
And she cries out
Why she's scared
I know not about

Her screams die out
And my emotions show
I can't ask my mother
Where the dark thoughts go