Dear momma,
I'm fucking sorry
For all the work you've done just to watch it all go undone
By a simple gun
Well before I end it all I'll write a note for you
To, remember me by
While I'm at it I'll give you the reason why
I've been so tired of life
I always cry
And wish to die
Because of everyone
I grew up without a dad
And that made me sad
But I'd get real mad,
When you's be hit, by your boyfriend
It got so bad I wished I could kill him
We might have been evicted dozens of times
Then in school as we moved, I was bullied
Had my heart ripped out as girls turned me down,
For guys that are "thugs"
I'd occasionally date a girl who'd break up with me two days later
And I don't want to be a hater
But I really do hate her
She's why I'm done
She was just having fun
She placed a bet and tried to date me
And she did for such a long time,
I let my guard down
And in no time, she had my heart in her hand
She then crushed it and left it in pieces
Which may or may not lead to now
But what I do know is
I'm done writing
Love, Your Son
YOU ARE READING
Depressing Rounds
PoetryWell as it seems life is a terrible burden yet it also is a great present. In Depressing Rounds I tried to encap life moments (good and... mostly bad) into a series of poems. When I first started writing this I intended to just make a series of Depr...
