Poem #20

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When I'm gone...
Tell my mom I'm sorry...
I really tried.

But I really couldn't be the perfect
daughter.
I even followed all the rules and kept my grades up.

But to her, I'm just a smaller version of a good person.
I can't make mistakes...
Because even though I'm young,
I'm already locked up.

I don't know how to put this.
But I'm depressed and hurting,
I tried to sell someone.
But they only said I was
seeking attention .

I tried getting help.
But the only help I have,
Is the four walls in my room.

I guess...
I really am hopeless.
Just another soul that's depressed,
Have I apologised yet.

Well if I didn't then I am sorry,
I know sometimes I cause a fuss.
But that's okay,
from now on I will be silent.

My friend said I looked dead inside.
Well that's how I feel...
I cried myself to sleep last night.

I wonder if she cared...
But there again I am never heard,
I'm just a voice in the crowd.

But don't worry...
I am not asking you to care.
I told her that I didn't get
much sleep,
Knowing damn well I wish
I was dead.

So when I'm gone...
I hope you know that I'm sorry,
I tried surviving.

But the way I feel...
Won't go away.
I'm really sorry.

So when I'm gone...
Make sure you tell my mom...

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