To Whom It May Concern.

I know you wish
What’s best for me
So that one day soon
I’ll grow strong and free.

To live on my own
And provide for myself,
But I need your help,
My life’s living hell.

You can’t help me
By making me do chores
Or always insisting
Not to slam doors.

I need someone to talk to,
Someone I can trust,
And with no one like that,
Bury it I must.

I’ll tell everyone of my life
And how the missed it.
The very same day
I become a suicide statistic.

My Good-Bye

If I knew
What would it change?
Would I still come face to face
With the internal pain?

The heart that I have
That’s grown cold over the years,
And the night’s I’ve spent
Swimming in tears.

The yelling that went on
And the obstacles I faced,
And the night’s I spent
Wiping blood off my face.

The scars I have
And say they’re not.
How wonderful life would be
If I were to drop.

And yet still
No one really sees,
All the built up grief
Buried deep within me.

Consider this my good-bye.
I bid you all adieu
As I load the gun.
(Cock, click, Ka-boom.)

Hidden Talent

MY gift
Is my curse
As it seems
No one likes the verse

I have to hide
The talent that was given
As I write what I write,
And keep it imprisoned.

I haven’t any other gifts.
I know this by far.
I know I’ll never be
A famous athletic star.

But realize that I am an artist,
Though I can’t draw a straight line,
But with every word I write,
I paint a picture in the mind.

I haven’t good social skills
So I’ll never be a politician,
But can the president silently manipulate the words
Of those who don’t listen?

I’ll be the most known person
Of a futuristic time,
Because the words that I write
Shall never seem to die.

Dear Mom,

I'm so afraid,
I can't see your face.
I'm so alone,
and you can't be replaced

I miss the days
that you were there,
but I still hate the fact
that you don't care

The days you helped
the depression consume me;
And the sleepless nights I spent,
all full of worry

You'll never know this,
You wouldn't even care.
You never did
on the nights you were there

So consider it payback
when I took my leave,
No more headaches for you
No more pain for me.

Reflection

The evil inside, I can see
the demon in me
I can feel the hatred
as he starts to breath

As he eats away
at the goodness inside
I can't stand around
I can't let him hide

He must come out
or myself I'll fight.
He won't give up,
My life he won't deny

With weapon in hand
he prepares to strike
I realize now
I must lose this fight

CYCLE OF LIFE

Born with a breath
Surrounded by smiles
You've just became
Your mothers child

Confused,helpless and hungry
You struggle to survive
You learn money is evil
as is the problems you try to hide

No more worries
as you lie
With your last breath you learned
that you were born to die.