Dear...

Dear Diary, I can’t remember how it feels to be alive,
My soul I am trying so hard to revive
Dear God, have you forgotten me?
I just want to be depression free.
Dear Mom, I know you see my bloody wrists,
Who knew my life had so many twists.
Dear Dad, I know you don’t like the long sleeve shirts
But do you really know how badly all this s-hit hurts?
Dear soul, I never meant to be buried so deep.
It was better when I was asleep.
Dear body, I’m sorry for all the slits
I really did attempt to call it quits
Dear Diary, I can’t continue to write. I’ve already started to cry.
I guess this is how it feels to want to die.

Hayley ©