Letter From the Deceased

I believe this speaks for itself

Don't you dare cry
Do not even allow water to emerge from either eye
Do not allow a sound of remorse escape from your mouth
Because what is done, is done
Once I am gone, it is too late
The moment passed away
There are no more words to even say
You could have, should have blah blah
But did not
Can never get it back
You never thought about what you did or said
Even though I offered a warm bed
I was never a thought then
It was always what you want
Why should I be anything on this day?
You never thought then why I was the way I was
And the grief inflicted in life, no longer do I breathe
I am free
You never calmed me, or tried to hold me
When I felt angry, or saddened by the circumstances of the moment
You only pushed me further away
And encouraged my dismay
And to my face
Practically spoke of ill and made me a disgrace
Laughed behind my back
When it did not appease you
You pointed your fingers
Judged unjustly
Made things worse
When all I aimed to do was to help you
Be all you could be
Give you advice you asked for
But it wasn't good for you
Nothing was ever good enough for you
Accepted you unconditionally
Still you strived to change me
NEVER accepting me for me
Laughed when you made me cry
Revelled in what you invoked
Accusations and disrespect
Snickered when I choked
On the negativity you planted all around me
Suffocate me
With your verminous trials and tribulations
Yet dare to cry
After I die
It is too late
Now you inherit your own fate
Hopefully, this spirit fairs better
All you have is my letter
Now on the other side
Drowning in the tears I have cried
I guess my life was a beautiful lie

Author's Note

I'd like to read what kind of emotion you perceive from this one

Reviews

[Rory CJ Frankson]

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Drowning in the tears I have cried
I guess my life was a beautiful lie

Sweet ending!

Well my first perception was of a bitter edge, the second in the string of such was how hard is love upon the soul, that bleeds for one that is not worth the invested energy. Yet knowing, that love is not a logical choosing. Once that engaged addiction gets under the skin and almost impossible to shut off, regardless of the warning signs ignored. As the struggle comes to I need keep this, fix it even when it is killing me. Those stretches of insanity, that plays with our minds and drives us to the edges of dangerous self pity.

To understand that the person was a gamer and messing with you because you invited it in. Me not knowing if it is a rendering real event although it does appear so. I'd say, good riddance to bad rubbish. Too bad it appears to be too late, and a horrible waste. As I've had friends step off the edge in senerios such as this, and wish. I could have been there to listen and stop them doing it and attend a funeral and wittness the weeping of family. Knowing who it was over and they didn't give a s**t. Well... this is where this writ took me emotionally.

It is sad, but a good write.

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