Get Your Premium Membership

This Is Goodbye

Tell my family I'm sorry Fore everything I've done. Tell them that I love them I wish we'd had more fun. Ask my mother why She put me through some hell. It really made me hate her. Could she even tell? Tell my love I love him Incase he doesn't know. Tell him that I'll miss him. I'm sorry I have to go. Tell my foes thanks For all the pain they've caused. Tell them that I hate them For the friends that I have lost. Ask my father why We never got along. It really made me angry. The reasons all seemed wrong. Tell my peers I'm sorry For the things I didn't say. Tell them that I'll miss them. There is no other way. So tell the one's I love and hate. That it was all their fault. None of them could even wait. To hurt me even more. And tell the ones I love and hate. That I will die 'Cause this is fate. I'll cut my wrists Until they bleed. I will die The cuts so deep.... ©2009 ~FR34K0N4L345H33

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Reflection on the Important Things