My Final Adieu
I look at the mirror in total disgust
And I hate the Man looking back at me
There’s not a thing I like about him
He’s worthless as far as I can see
I hate myself for the things I’ve done
And I hate myself for the things I’ll do
To be honest, I’d be better off dead
That’s the one thing I know is true
When my kids needed me the most
And we’re desperate for me to be around
I might as well have been a million miles away
Because I was nowhere to be found
And there is no forgiveness for that
At least there isn’t any for me
I feel they would be better off
If my existence would no longer be
Every day of their life has been a struggle
Because I wasn’t there for them to turn to
It tears my heart apart that I wasn’t
So I write in his poem as my final adieu
Copyright © Mathew Sturgeon | Year Posted 2025
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