Dear Inadequate, they all still miss you.
All the pain you felt would have gone away.
How'd you not know they wanted you to stay?
I guess you didn't really care at all.
All your life, you just felt so abandoned,
but look at what you did to your daughter.
Mother always high, eyes filled with water,
her life tasted bitter from the start.
Dear Inadequate, where did your light go?
You said your sun was gone, but did you mean that?
Those close to you said your singing stayed flat
for so many years before it happened.
You said you felt fake being who they wanted.
The voice of an entire generation.
Your death's grievance infected the nation.
Did you know so many people would cry?
Dear Inadequate, she now feels inadequate.
If you could give up, then why couldn't she?
Your music gave hope, but then suddenly,
just like you, it was gone, and she was too.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Inadequate
PoetryI recently had to research Kurt Cobain for a school-related thing...so I guess that inspired me to write about him. It's about his daughter, and those around him, and the impact his suicide had.
