Message In a Bottle

(Actually a spoken word) -- (one curse word)

This is my rendition
My apology
My acquiescence
This, is my message in a bottle

The last known words of who I once was
I flew my own plane and crashed it just because
My cauterized soul is visible to the naked eye
The boiled blemish is left to be disguised
But my once caregivers still deny

How dare you, are you hurt?
Did you leave a coddled life with wide eyes and no self worth?
Did you make that leap to later realize that you could not fall to infinity?
And when disfigured by my Queens leave, did you promote resiliency?
No, only judged my charred character and the abscesses of my dignity
So i mean it when I say, are you kidding me

My soul would plead to the moon to calm the ocean tides
It's obvious there was a failed search for someone to confide
Did you not see a boy in my eyes?
A runaway, 2300 miles from family, no money, and no definite place to go when school was out
But instead you shook your head and scratched your snout
How can we get this kid gone is what this was about

But please forgive me, because culture shock is a bitch
To prevent the tears, my eyelids were stitched
Only to see with my minds eye that accused a hitch
Who to trust, who to let in, I had my own glitch
But it's over now, my actions have made me sick

No longer do i have the health to curse your names at a starkly peak
I understand that I am a product of my own defeat
So as you read this, please have a seat
Because now, at my own grave, I will cry myself to forever sleep.