Those Things You Call A Poem

drown me

My soul has withered,

continues withering away as I stay in this damned house.

Family,

the dread thing that only brought me pain and hurt.

Sucked the life and happiness out of me.

Made me unable to truly feel, truly care, truly love.

My heart has rotted in this place.

I am continuing to rot in this place.

So I will die,

When the courage finally comes,

I will take the cowards way and die.

And if either of my family's tears fall for me,

I will laugh,

In hate,

In pain,

But not regret.

Never regret.