Dear Shakespeare,
Can you write me a happy ending, please?
I’m tired of broken promises and never fairytale endings. I’ve never seen endings quite like fairytale endings. With happy families wishing nothing more than to be together.
My family never comes together much these days unless it’s for a funeral.
We cover up problems with dark sunglasses because dad loves to shout really loud. Loud enough to make mom fall down the stairs and baby to slip in the bathtub. Loud enough to knock the lamps to the ground and the doors of their hinges.
I’m sick of lying. We don’t come around because we’re too busy anyway. In reality, we’re struggling because mom doesn’t have a job and dad spends all his money on liquor every day. We’re too busy living off bread and butter to worry about anything other than liquor these days and how much dad has drunken today.
He drinks a lot. Enough to make my name turn to everything but. Enough to turn my body into a moving target and that ******* belt into his crossbow. My body has felt too much like a target to treat it as anything other than that.
Mom says we’ll leave soon.
I’m tired of broken promises and never fairytale endings.
Dear Shakespeare,
Can you write me a happy ending, please?
I deserve a happy ending. Please.
Yours Truly, D <3