suicide poem [imported from Xanga]

I’m Sorry If you really cared so much,
Why did you never help?
You never did anything to save me.
You never poisoned my drink,
Or slit my throat.
So if I die tonight
Please know that it’s not your fault.
But now it’s too late.
I’m sorry for bleeding on your carpet.
And I’m sorry for not graduating.
Daddy, I’m sorry for
Not being your baby girl,
And for not killing animals with you.
Momma, now I apologize for
Not being your best friend,
And for not cooking well.
Baby brother, I’m sorry for
Not being able to watch you grow up
And become whatever you want to be.
I’m sorry, my friends, for
Keeping you around,
But never letting you in.
And for allowing you to love me,
But not making you aware--
That I needed help,
I couldn’t do it on my own.
You knew I had a house,
But not that there was no home.
But don’t worry anymore.
I’m with Father now
Who welcomed me back with a loving smile.