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Blown Away


The moment I was born you were so proud to be the mother of this new baby boy you now held in your arms. At the age of three you took me out to the park carefully watching me as I slid down that long corkscrew with a smile from ear to ear like the happiest kid in the world. But, I don't think you knew what was really going on. If you still watched closely, maybe you would have realized how badly I needed to be rescued. I tried so hard to hide it. From my point of view, happiness was never truly felt- the feeling of emptiness became an issue that I was out of my control. So Mom, I want you to sit down with your tissue, because I want to tell you the story behind your confusion and my adieu. Please don't blame yourself, you had no clue of the darkened thoughts behind these smiling eyes and the pain I was going through I just want you to understand that I love you With all my heart, but going on like this was just too hard for me to handle. As the days ensue, and you read my letter over and over, just remember the good times the two of us shared together. I'll always be with you.
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