Dear Sam,
I really miss you.
It's been months since we last talked.
You're never online anymore,
and it's been months since we last fought.
I know we both said some things that we regret.
But i think that we can power through.
I was locked inside a box,
but that all changed when I met you.
But now that you're not here
it's been kind of hard to manage life.
The bullies have gotten worse at school.
Probably thier own domestic strife.
And i have no one to vent to
because you were my go-to-girl.
I must have messaged you like a million times by now,
but it seems you've left my world.
Or maybe it's just me.
Maybe I should be more patient.
Can't wait for you to get online
so I can tell you how my day went.
Okay, Sam I really need you.
It's been a few more months.
My dad's started drinking again,
and his words equal his punch.
I started taking depression pills
for this horrible sensation
i've been feeling since my mother died.
Guess God was on vacation.
Why won't you answer my calls?
I don't know what's going on.
Are you okay?
Or have you just up and gone?
I can't take this anymore
so this is your last chance to try and change my mind.
Because if not, tonight's the night.
Because if not you'll soon find.
My lifeless corpse.
Hanging cold upon the tree
outside my house. Through the news.
Sam i beg you please.
Just answer.
It's all I really need.
Please. Now.
Sam?
YOU ARE READING
suicide
PoetryYou bullied me.... now we're both the same. I don't know why you did it. I don't know what I did to you, but I guess it doesn't matter now since I'm dead. And since you're here with me I can only assume that you're dead too. So now we can spend an e...
