Dear Mother & Father

I know you don 't like it.

I wish you would just ignore it.

I'm sorry, but this was not my choice.

I did not plan to fall in love.

I would have rather just wrinkled up and died alone.

Cold and abused.

Torn and ashamed of what i am, of who i have become.

Of what i never had a choice about. 

Just leave it alone, kick me out, pretend i never existed.

Just let me go.

I'll change my last name, i'll move far away, you'll never hear from me again.

I'll wear a fake smile and pretend like it is all okay.

I'll wear long sleeves even in the summer to hide the cuts and the scars of everything i've done to myself.

I'll take that gun and put it to my head, not able to pull the trigger so instead i just sit in misery and cry about my loss, my failures... 

My hopelessness. 

But i did my best to make you realize this is my life.

My chance to be great, my chance to fail miserably, my chance to do things the way i want... 

I'm sorry you do not approve.