Long Distance

A/N

A letter to mom, a letter to dad.
Hopefully when they read this it won't make them so sad.
As the days passed my my heart feels like it can no longer make it.
But soon I'll be done so the pain...I won't have to take it.
Like the libra I am I weighed out my odds.
But no matter how I slice it, this act will be unforgivable by God.
But it's hard to manage, I've just become so tired
All my good deeds will soon be consumed in fire
I'm not as strong as I wish to be
Maybe that's why my existence will no longer be history.
After thinking and thinking I'd be better off dead
The question "How will you do it" popped into my head.
Maybe a knife or overdose on pills.
Many people don't know how this pain feels.
How bout a rope, or no oxygen to the brain
Many people are clueless how it feels to pain
When it is done, my life drifting away,
What would the people who pushed me say?
"We loved her so much she didn't have to do it."
But the truth is that I couldn't live through it.
What is it you ask, it's the reoccurring pain,
the one you get from boys when you give them your love and they leave you all drained.
What is it you ask, it's what some people do
Oh they start drama, they holler and they hoot
What is it you ask, it's the empty hole,
That bullies pick at, their words eating your soul.
What is it you ask, you lack of self worth
It doesn't help having a mother the regrets your birth.
What is it you ask, it's the empty feeling inside
The feeling that makes you believe your only option left is to die.

I've been having writers block lately, so I wrote a little poem. I might be gone for a while. If you want to talk to me my Kik is @_creativity_flows_ and Instagram is @fatt.unicorn.