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  Mar 2018 MeKenna
Bella Anima
Dear Brother,
I have missed you dearly.
I know I havent exactly been home often
Nor have we been spending some quality time
together.

My dear brother
You make me happy with your silly ways
With your cold jokes
You make me happy with the smallest trace
Of that cute smile on your face
You make me happy
Though I dont ever admit it
And you never knew.

My lovely brother
I have never said this out loud but
I think of you for more than half of a day
I am trying so hard to figure you out
I am trying so hard to find ways to help you
But it gets really exhausting for me when you
When you, my lovely brother,
When you are not helping yourself.

Please forgive me, brother.
I am not exactly there for you all the time
I dont exactly understand you as i should have
I dont fulfill my responsibility as an elder sister to you to the fullest
I neglect you quite a few times, if not more
I have said that i give up on you a little too many times
But i need you to know that i have NEVER
Never, my baby brother
never given up on you.
My mind is always running with thoughts
On how to help you
Because I dont want you
to be sent to the home
Because I love you more than anyone else in the world.
I would do anything for you, my baby brother.
I would protect you from everything in this world.
And I'll miss you so very much
If you were to be sent away from me.

Dear My Precious Brother,
Please let me in.
Let me help you.
Help yourself.
Please.
I beg you.
If im gonna write you a letter, this would be it. But words dont mean anything to you anymore. I really do miss you. I pray and pray that things will get better.
  Mar 2018 MeKenna
Allen Wilbert
Ways To **** Yourself

Blow out your brains with a gun,
slit your wrist, slit your throat.
Play chicken with a moving train,
jump in front a moving bus.
Go in the ocean, filled with sharks,
while in the tub, throw in a toaster.
Overdose on alcohol, drugs or pills,
leap off a real tall building.
Hang yourself with a strong rope,
choke on a big piece of meat.
Run in the hood, yelling the n word,
jump from a plane, high in the sky.
Drown in a swimming pool,
poison your food or drink.
Cover your head with a pillow,
stab yourself in the heart.
Jump on top of a hand grenade,
walk naked through the jungle.
Warning, do not try these tricks ever,
side effects include a painful death.
Reality, never a reason to **** yourself,
don't be foolish, dumb or stupid.
  Mar 2018 MeKenna
LovelyBones
First, you dig your self a hole
Deep enough to lose control
Then, you push yourself inside
At the bottom, where there's no place to hide
Next, you try to claw your way through
Until there's nothing left to do
Tired, helpless, body worn
Wrists among everything else is torn
Drowning in your own salty tears
Condemned by the most realistic fears
Gasping for air, destined for execution
Feeling like death is the only solution.
I had to explain why suicide isn't anyone's fault... So it was rough, but this is what I have.
  Jan 2018 MeKenna
poems in the clouds
I wonder how you feel getting your hands tangled in her long blonde hair as opposed to my raven black hair and if there was a difference between you telling her she was yours when you were drunk, as opposed to you taking me to have dinner with your family when you were sober. and I wonder if I sit outside your bedroom window and burn through enough cigarettes while you’re in there with her, it’ll burn your memory out of my mind. Maybe the cigarettes would **** me before you could.
another poem about you.
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