A letter for Life
For your gift I am grateful.
I resent you, even though I love you.
Thank you for letting me experience
all the beautiful,
all the horrible,
and all the in between,
the jin and jang of you.
Thank you for letting me breathe,
for giving me sight, being my mind.
Thank you for guidance, for patience, for all it's in me.
You will be worth the pain eventually, just one thing I want and that...
Not to be hated by you.
Please don't resent me, I try to be good.
I yearn for your explanation of the miscommunication between me, a pile of blood and gore, an angel with ripped out wings and stripped from their sainthood...
And you, the spark with syrup in your veins, bittersweet gold, and I ask you once more...
With butchered words I ask...
Why am I here?
YOU ARE READING
Notes app poetry
PoetryMild content warning - mental health issues That's all it is. Just a messy teenage poetry scraped from one's notes app and posted here all in one place. I hope you won't judge me too harshly. I never thought that I will be posting my private thought...
