I hope you are proud, Mum and Dad,
For dying just as you planned for me,
In the shadows of your control,
I have fulfilled your wishes, bitterly.
I hope, Dad, you see the weight I got down to ,
The twenty kilos you wanted me get too,
In the end, i have met that mark,
Even as I faced on going pain.
I hope my bullies find their happiness,
In the silence of my final breath,
That in my killing my self , they hear their victory,
In the quiet of my last, unheard voice.
I hope the systems,
Are happy with me killing my self,
For when, they turned away when the police were called to my house and school for ignore my bruises,
Ignoring my pleas, leaving me on my own to fight.