The harsher you telling me I'm the bad person, the more space that you are creating between us.
The harsher you treating me like I'm a juvenile, the more space that you are creating between us.
The harsher you speak to me like I'm not you own child, the more eager I am to move out.
But who am I after all. I'm just your pushover.
I'm just a pushover to every single person in this family.
Stop pretend like we are a happy family. It's gross to think that we are like one.
YOU ARE READING
MY SUICIDE NOTEBOOK
PoetryDedicated to my family to read once I passed away so they understand my pain =) *it's not complete work of mine cuz I will update it each time I realise there's a flaws :') so if there's grammatical error please tell me on msg hehe
