An apology letter to god,
or who ever the fuck is listening to me at this point
I once made a joke to myself that I have been trying to kill myself since birth
the umbilical cord wrapped twice around my neck
the noose not quite tight enough to do the trick
I am sorry
I did not know the life you gave me had any meaning
but I stayed
only to try again when I was 18
the kitchen knife slid across my wrist with ease as I screamed at you,
or who ever the fuck was listening at that point
I am sorry
when I cursed at everything I knew about you
in the words of my mother
I grew selfish
thinking this world would be better without me
I am 19
and all I can say is
I'm sorry
because like the human I am I'm willing to beg for forgiveness when I need something
and god dammit I need something
because I kept trying to take the life you gave me
and now that I want it you throw in a bonus
because you've always been good with irony
but when I start to feel the cramping,
I feel like you'll piggy back on the payback train and take the life inside me to teach me a lesson
and this thing scares me
but makes me love a clump of cells me and the boy you sent to love me put together
so I'm sorry,
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry,
but please let me show you the love I have for life with this thing growing inside me
with the words I spill on every stage saying
I made It,
with the laugh they'll have,
and through the eyes of a kid,
of my kid
with both parents' brown eyes they'll know how to live and see what it means to have life
so I apologize
for every bridge I crossed and thought I might jump,
every pill I thought to swallow,
every blade that dare cut my wrist,
I apologize to God,
Jesus,
Buddha,
Allah,
Krishna,
and who ever the fuck is listening to me at this point
you don't know what it means to love a life until it's not yours
in the words of my sister,
people are assholes.
In the words of my mother,
we grew selfish.
I've laid on the floor and cursed every god I could think of
while I bled the life I cared nothing of and now I'm willing to lay everything of myself on a stage
to beg for forgiveness
and let me love the life of the child you threw in ironically when I finally learned to love myself
I'm not saying I can remove the scars and memories
but I can cover them and make new ones
so please,
don't take the life of my little one
because I thought mine meant so little
this is my apology letter to god,
or who ever the fuck is listening at this point.
I hope you listen to prayers more often then you do mistakes
in the words of a regretful girl
who now knows what her life means.
About the Creator
Dominique Arriaga
I was in the San Antonio youth poetry slam team ‘Fresh Ink’ two years in a row, I’ve been to the international poetry slam BNV-BRAVE NEW VOICES twice, and two Texas regional competitions where we won 2nd place in 2016. Single mom who writes
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