If I could only say this to your face.

my luck is running out.

it seems that everything I have,

everything I want,

slips from my fingers.

I have family. So much family.

Only one of them feeds me when Im starving. What a cousin indeed.

You call yourselves my parents but when it comes down to it I was my own.

I am my own man and that I should be proud of,

I should hold my chin high and lavish in my accomplishments.

Id really rather off myself. 

Im swimming in self pitty.

Bathing in angst.

I wish this was my last letter but honestly I can’t