October 9, 2011
By Anonymous

Don't tell me I'm not drowning,
Because I know I am.
Drowning in the doubt,
Drowning in my tears.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, but I'm giving up the fight.
I never say anything right.
I never do anything right.
With every sentence there's
A scowl on her face.
With every word said there's
A gunfight.
With every tear shed there's
I just wanted to make her proud of her
As my tears fill my mouth
I choke.
I hope she's happy making me cry.
I hope she dies with a smile on her face.
I know I won't.

The author's comments:
My inspiration came from a series of really bad fights between me and my grandmother. This was my only way of venting. I hope that maybe if parents or grandparents read this, maybe they will take into account their words and save a teen from a horrible choice, self-harm.

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