Will they find me after I'm gone.
What will they do with all my books?
Should I get rid of everything knowing this is my end.
The nightmares will finally be over.
All my pain and suffering with finally come to an end.
But,
Will I be at peace finally when I'm gone or will they further hunt me.
They say I talk about dying a lot.
After the life I've lived you'd want to be at peace too.
Mother is the reason I want to die.
The pain she caused is forever inked into my skin.
His touch still lingers on my thirteen year old body.
The drug abuse can still be seen at the right moments when my when my eyes close.
Or even hearing Becky's laugh again makes me cry,
the though that it was at your hand she found death.
I'll never forgive you for that.
One day you'll get what's coming to you,
As they say karma is a bitch and I hope she fucking comes for you.
YOU ARE READING
the depths of my despair
PoetryYin & Yang . The good ,The bad. A balance between the two. This is the dark finding it's light through the depths of despair.