I look into your eyes
I hear your empty promises
and your false praise.
I see through your false smiles
but you don't see me.
I am invisible,
I am disposable.
I was just practice for the others.
You were there while I grew up,
and you pretended to protect me,
but I'm still invisible.
You tried to be nice,
and treat me like the others,
but i always noticed
I knew,
I was nothing but an annoyance to you.
Because of you I couldn't see myself
I saw the nothingness that you saw
I couldn't see me.
But I'm giving you a gift,
to make up for every gift I never gave.
The one gift that can't be exchanged and/or returned.
The last gift I give
to you my dear parents
is this,
My Suicide Note.
Note: the "others" are my brother and my sister in case you didn't figure that out.
Really good write
sometimes i feel the same way towards my family
invisible, well chosen word for the situation
keep writeing
and keep moving on with a better outlook of your life
remember
you decide how well your life feels
you dont need anyone or anything there to make you happy even if it does make it easyer
and truse me, no matter how bad things get
DO NOT go to heroine like i did
or any of them kind of drugs
all they will do is destroy you more than you think