You have raised me into a decent young man, I have grown and brcome a better person due to your faults. You were not always bad, you were not bad at all until you met your boyfriend. I'm not saying he is the problem entirely, but I lost my bestfriend the day we moved in with him and it has broken me beyond repair. You see at one point you were everything to me, I cared about what you thought of me and it was important for me to be adored by you.. but now? None of that matters, I'm an average student with average grades, an average artist with less than average art, an average person.
I am average.
This may all seem poetically tragic one day long after I have passed, but honestly? If you would have just listened a little more to your "bratty teenage son with an attituide problem who is too lazy to do anything and a drug addict" then maybe you would have seen the yelling, cursing, and threatening your boyfriend did to me, the attituide? You would not listen to me talk unless I spoke loudly or boldly. Lazy? I clean your house from top to bottom, constantly.
Sometimes a cry for help is silent and never directly spoken.
I needed help.
Where were you?
YOU ARE READING
Things I Will Write And You Will Never Read
PoetryPieces of a suicide letter I will never write because I am far too scared to end my own life. [ e n j o y ]
