The nights get longer,
as i sit up in my bed
i hear my parents fighting
its happening all over again
they scream and shout
mums moving out again
push and shove you can hear
all the words of love
they love to hate each other
and it makes me so sad
each night this happens
a cut too deep
im mad!
i put the pillow over my face
as i hear the screams
it doesnt drown out the emptiness that i feel
i hold my writs tight, as i think of the blood flowing
i get up and block my door,
this is me;
i slowly dig the blade into my wrist,
dig it hard,
its a sudden twist
from feeling angry and sad
im alive and happy with what is made from a cut!
i cut again, the parting of skin and flesh bound cut
revives me from the dead.
i cry in silence of what my family does.
i love them to death but is love enough?
i cant take it anymore
i wish that i was up above,
but god probably wont accept me for the sins that i do
he wont accept me if i kill myself over you
so i write one last note
as it was my goodbye the note said
"it was time for me to leave, and your time to set me free,
refrain from tears, save them for tomorrow".
my note shows no meaning it gives no reason why,
i can't tell my parents that they are the reason i want to die,
my sisters will be ruiend and feel the need that they should to.
or if i tell my mother it was her drug and alcohol abuse,
cant tell my dad that i love him but never got along,
so instead i wrote this note.
knowing i was leaving this world
and my family should of known all along!
