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A Daughters Love

It's been a year since we said goodbye.It is still just as hard as it was then. I don't see it even starting to get any better any time soon.I have been off my meds. for a week and I am falling apart fast.I don't know what to do. People want me to do everything for them and get nothing in return.I am struggling to stay safe.I am so overwhelmed with every emotion possible. No one will ever know just what I go through inside.I hate living this way. Why should I have to keep living this way.Why should I have to keep living like this.Because I worry to much about everyone else's feelings and not my own.It should be my right to decide when enough is enough.It is everyone's right to decide how to live their life,it should be the same if you decide to end it.I am really missing you Uncle Don.You almost made it to 75.The fight you gave was an accomplishment by itself.I learned alot about you and dad this past week.Like fishing.I didn't know you loved to fish.How is the fishing up there?You know that anytime you want to stop by and say hello you can.If things keep going the way they have been,I will be stopping by to tell you, mom's,dad,grandpa,grandma,and all my other loved one's I have lost.I have been going through pro's and con's of living and dying.There are only a couple pro's and to many con's to list.I am seriously considering ending the pain once and for all. COLLEEN MARIE BONO July 30,2012

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Date: 6/2/2013 8:32:00 PM
I love my daughter, and i can not imagine life with out her... I think i would die... or end it... Colleen, this poem is very sad... I think I am understanding a little on why you write with pain... please call me a friend... Amri.... soup mail....
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Date: 4/2/2013 10:45:00 PM
Colleen. I admire the great love you have for your relatives. It's a precious thing. Hang on to it, and I am sorry for your struggles, dear. Luv, Andrea
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