Letter Pt 3 Poem by Kelsey Bachmeier

mom,
they say third try's the charm
after this i'm sick of harm
i tried to pull the trigger
but then blacks out,
my pregnant figure
this time it's only one
am i truely the daughter you shun
promise to take care my son,
please tell him that i loved him
that i could have been there too
but i was so far from being new
my time is drawing short
with the blade, it brought deeps cuts.
i have this feeling in my gut
finaly at peace,
im sorry for your greif
i think im going now
mom, please just say you....