Day 11: A deceased person you wish you could talk to
Dear R
I just wish I could ask you why. Why, even if hurting me didn't matter, you had to do it to the kids and your parents.
Why you felt it was the answer.
Why you sat there for so long before you did what you did.
Why you didn't believe you'd be ok even if we weren't.
Why you put my kids through that, knowing the things they'd already dealt with.
Why you went through with it after so many threats to that amounted to nothing.
Why those that loved you weren't enough to keep you here.
Why you couldn't fight any more.
Why you did it, knowing the pain you'd cause blameless people.
Me
I just wish I could ask you why. Why, even if hurting me didn't matter, you had to do it to the kids and your parents.
Why you felt it was the answer.
Why you sat there for so long before you did what you did.
Why you didn't believe you'd be ok even if we weren't.
Why you put my kids through that, knowing the things they'd already dealt with.
Why you went through with it after so many threats to that amounted to nothing.
Why those that loved you weren't enough to keep you here.
Why you couldn't fight any more.
Why you did it, knowing the pain you'd cause blameless people.
Me