Dear Dad - Poem by Manna Wilcox
I call you all day but you don't answer the phone. Why is this happening? I feel so alone. You pick up the bottle and take another drink, And a few minutes later you you go puke in the sink your killing your body, your killing your soul mind. You cant handle the truth so you drink your self blind. Throughout the years you've caused me so much pain. Somebody help me I'm going insane. i pick up the knife and i walk up the stairs, why shouldn't i do this? Nobody cares i sit on the bed and take a deep breath, rise the knife above my head and stab myself in the chest.
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