AveryGray
I was born. I went to school, didn't like it, but who does? I began writing when I was even too young to put my barbies in the attic.
In the wake of a brand new day
I stare at the railings of my hospital bed
I told them that I found the way
I spoke about everything that needed to be said.
And yet their faces show only remorse
at my reluctant saving grace
and our relationship now is coarse
they can't look me straight in the face.
I've told my final goodbyes
I've given them a final hug
I couldn't bare anymore lies
I couldn't swipe it under the rug
I know I was a burden
I was a mess
a cripple all of a sudden
or perhaps something less
For all basic needs
I needed someone's help
And now my heart bleeds
Being just a whelp.
So this..
is my final word...
as I fall to abyss...
as i take my final breath...
I hope they heard...