Goodbye

One step, two steps, three steps, four Up the stairs with hideous thoughts Preparing myself as I open the door My mind, even now, is trying to stop me, all for naught. Towards the edge of the roof, I look. Placing a note on the side for all to see Many people on the floor looking shook. I take a step forward, imagining I will be free. I fall, but freedom is not on my mind. I see my father drinking himself to death. Stumbling like a fool Words unable to come out of his mouth At home all day, not even taking a step My mother, whose body is in decline Her throat destroyed Cigarette half burnt, falling into the ash Her eyes gave out to death My brother indulging himself in meth. Teeth rotten and gone His skin destroyed beyond repair His mind dislocated, broken What am I doing? I still want to be with them I don’t want to die. Please wake up, I don’t want to say goodbye.