look at all the blank space on this paper
should I fill it with my blood or my
tears
or both?
dear mom, I'm so sorry
I couldn't take it anymore and
I'd write to dad too,
but I don't suppose he'll ever see the letter.
maybe my suicide will bring you two together somehow,
if I'm being optimistic I can pretend
something good night come out of it.
I can't decide if this is a poem or a warning that I might be gone soon,
but that's mostly because all my thoughts are running together.
so I will fill the paper with whatever comes to mind and you can pretend you care.