| 'Mom and dad, I'm sorry I must say I love you so Please don't ever doubt that I'm sorry I had to go' |
A cold stream of salty water Peacefully caressing her skin It all wanted to come out now Could no longer keep it within |
| Should she tell them everything Or maybe it's better not to know The truth she felt she owed them Even if telling would hurt her so |
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| Using her left palm as a tissue Trying to make the tears go away The pen would she use to tell them, Tell them what went on every day |
'I guess I should have told you A little late for tales tonight But it's better late than never To tell what led to this night |
I never had a single friend, mom, Always pretended, to make you smile When I said I went to Christie's I just stayed outside alone a while |
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| The kids were always teasing me Calling me names I will not tell It happened every day at school I've felt trapped inside a cell |
Everyone got to bully me around Like it was some kinda hidden law Nothing I ever did was good enough What went on in my mind no one saw' |
Thinking back at what had happened Tears again quickly filled her eyes What has she done to deserve this She had always tried to be so nice |
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| Verbal abuse had killed her inside Making all the confidence go away She'd started to believe every word That she was the bad things they'd say |
No one had taken her side in this Kids not joining in had just walked by Spitting, kicking, pulling her hair Never had any stopped and wondered why |
'I never did understand it, dad, Why they would hurt me so every day I tried to accept it as how life is That I'd done something and had to pay |
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| But I cannot take this anymore now I hate myself and want it to end I wish there had been another way But a broken soul can never mend |
Take care of mom for me, please Tell her this was for the best I love you both so dearly, dad' She feels a huge lump in her chest |
Never imagined it to be so hard Just to write the stupid letter Bidding her parents a last good bye Sooner she got it done, the better |
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| Taking so long to write so little Most difficult thing she'd ever done She had thought about it many times Had only considered, but written none |
Eyes red, puffy and watery as ever Hands shivering and cheeks very wet She'd written down all she remembered The secret she had so silently kept |
'My letter is coming to end now 'I wish there had been another way
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