Yesterday I told my mom I didn't feel well. I felt fine, I just couldn't deal with the grieve crawling out of my heart and overwhelming my body.
So I took pills. 10 pills.
They didn't hurt me. I knew when I took them they weren't gonna hurt me. When you're suicidal they give you pills that are overdose safe. Mirtazipine, just makes you feel sick.
So maybe I didn't completely lie because my mind felt like shit.
Can you come back now ? Can you come back home? Haven't you been gone long enough ?
Why'd you have to leave, you didn't even get to see me walk down the isle.
I would have came home. I should have came home. I'm sorry I didn't. I wish I did.
Maybe you would have never fell. And died.
But now you're dead.
And who am I kidding.
You're never coming back. Daddy, I miss you.
YOU ARE READING
Letters to Heaven.
Non-FictionDaddy, It's been a while Since I last wrote to you, but don't worry I was just a bit blue. Sorry for the blood on the paper I'm not feeling well the doctor said to take medicines but i doubt they help they keep asking me about when you died and it h...
