My Goodbye Letter

Hey mum, dad, sister and all.

I'm not writing this, to say

The three little words,

I'm writing this, just wondering.

Where are you? Are you happy 

In your own separate jail cells,

Wasting out your life, waiting

For the freedom that will never come?

Where was your family love,

When I was a newborn, toddler,

Child then teen? Where were you all,

When I went through, my toughest times?

I wish for once, that my family,

Was my definition of normal,

Loving, caring and supporting me,

Through the roughest patches of life.

I wish that i could say, 

"They love me till the moon and back"

When people ask how my family

Is faring today.

Instead, do you know what I have to say?

No, of course you don't. And no, of course

You don't care in the slightest.

Because if you did, why did you do

Such traumatic things to me, things

That I can't even write in here?
Why, family, why?

The fake family portrait, photoshopped,

That once took it's fake proud spot

On the hallway's walls, for all visitors

Of any kind.

The fake smiles, laughs and play,

The hidden destruction and debris,

All hidden under masks, 

In fear of the truth sliding out.

I've always lived by the saying,

"The ones who love you,

Will be the ones who will never let you go."

Well, family, you've let me go too much.