Niall,
This isn't a letter.
Barely even a note.
They told me I should try,
But all I do is cry.
My life's a living hell,
My parents only yell,
Brothers and sisters don't really care,
Not even when I'm scared.
I say I'm giving up;
I must just have bad luck
Because every time I try,
My body never dies.
Out of all the pain I've felt,
Your card was the worst that was dealt.
You left me all alone
To survive in a broken home.
Not a text from you since,
What happened to my prince?
Was my rescue no more?
Talk about a knife to the core.
I wish you'd just pick up your phone
Because maybe then you'd know
I really do need you, Niall.
Please come back home.
~ Ryan Marie Harper
17/11/15
