I write this letter
with my eyes full
of tears, my heart
filled
with pain.

Near this letter, you will
find a book with coffins
I could not stand this
torture, in my own home
I felt like I was an illegitimate
son.

We were a big happy family
that’s now filled
with sadness
loneliness

and anger in
my own home
I was a maid
a
garden boy, I worked day
and night with no wages.

I was turning into a
slave, since my mother
had gone into a land
I can’t describe, now
I stay with my stepmother.
The one who made
me make this decision,
decision I do not
want, but right now
it feels like the right thing
to do.

I wish my mother
was here next to
me, I know with her
words of love she could
melt this hardening heart.

Every day, I wake up with
hope, by the end of
the day I am
always hopeless.

When the sun rises
it will rise with
my life
and set
with my soul.

When you find this
letter I want you to
know that it’s already
too late I am already
looking for my mother
in the land
of peace.

To the ones who loved me
I am sorry
but
I had to take
my life into my own
hands, to end this
misery.

This life felt like
a fairy tale with
no happily ever
after.

This life felt like a fairy tale with no happily ever
after
all good fairies
were gone

Into this land I will
return
for the tears that fill
others’ eyes, to
them I am a genie
I will grant every wish within
the drops
of their tears.