Goodbye

• Estelle Afonso, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2020

I creep out of bed
In the dead of night
I stick to the walls
I keep out of sight

I open the draw
And pull out the knife
I stare at its blade
Will this really end my life?

I’m in my parent’s room
And I make my vow
I’ve suffered the abuse
So it’s time to end it now

I press the blade
To where by heart lies
I gently kiss my mum and dad
And now I say goodbye