Dear Ana,
It’s time to say goodbye.
If we stay together any longer,
I know that I will die.
We’ve been together for a while,
and shared our secrets, I know.
It’s hard for me to say this,
but it’s time to let you go.
Mommy warned me of your ways,
and how you didn’t treat me right.
When I told you of her worries,
you only put up a fight.
You made me poke my stomach,
and squeeze my meatless thighs.
And though I was only skin and bones,
I saw fat and hatred through your eyes.
With all the pain I had to suffer,
and the hunger I went through,
I realize I’m much better off
not to be with you.
So as I tell you my last words,
and bid you my farewell.
I can feel myself regaining strength,
and cannot wait to tell.
You will soon find another,
to haunt her and to scare.
and I only hope that she, too,
will show you she doesn’t care.
I know that you will want to stay,
and pressure me to try.
But I am telling you now and for good,
Goodbye Ana. Goodbye.
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