Forgive me

A Poem by Paleta

I say I shouldn’t have been born
Since I have become outworn
That I am better off dead
So my family can move ahead
But deep down I am screaming I wanna live

I wanna live
I wanna live
I wanna live

Forgive me mom for these thoughts
Each thing I do is like 7 gunshots
This dark cloud has consumed me
The light is something I can’t see
There is no such thing of a holy grail
Everything I do is bound to fail
The rain comes around and around
Forgive me mom for letting you down