We know not what we do…

We know not what we do…

Dear Mum & Dad,

I’m writing this letter to let you know that you are making me sad. Sometimes I wish that you would split up so that the arguments would stop. Mostly I just want you to love each other again.

You have both told me before that, if I ever needed to talk about anything at all, then you would listen. I know now that this was a lie. I’ve tried to tell you how you are making me feel but you’re always, ‘too busy’ or it has to be, ‘later’. There never is a later, I’ve waited and waited.

Mum, I saw you looking really unhappy the other day. It was right after Dad slammed the door at the end of your last row. I’d been sitting on the stairs waiting for it to end so I could come in the kitchen and eat my breakfast.

Once Dad had left, I poked my head round the corner and you were over by the kitchen window. You are strong, like me, but I wanted to come to you, to try and make you feel better. I was scared, not of you, but that I wouldn’t be enough to help you smile again. Instead I went back up to my bedroom and I hid under the bed. I never did get any breakfast.

Dad, I know you are sad as well. There was something on the television news about men dying young because they are unhappy. I tried to tell you a joke after I’d seen it but I forgot the end bit. I’d like to give you a hug but I don’t want you to think I’m just being a baby. Please try and get happy, I don’t want you to die.

I’ve had this idea that I should go away for a while to give you some time together. You can talk and maybe you’ll fall in love with each other again. I’ve left some money in my savings box if you want to go out for a meal or something.

Don’t worry about me, I’ll be ok. I’ve learned a lot about how to look after myself these last few months. I know how to turn the television on, work the toaster and put the milk back in the fridge. I might go to London, although I’m not sure if the bus goes there from the stop at the end of our road.

While I’m gone can one of you please feed my goldfish? The food is on top of the tank, but then you know that.

I love you both. Please be happy. I need you to be happy. Why can’t you be happy?


The letter above was found in the pocket of the body of a young boy discovered in a small patch of woodland early yesterday morning.

A Police spokesperson indicated that there were no suspicious circumstances and that it appeared the boy, as yet unnamed, had been sleeping rough in a makeshift campsite for several days.

There will be a post-mortem but it’s very likely that the freezing conditions have played their part in this terrible tragedy.

His parents have been informed.

You can read some of my other more recent posts by clicking the links below:

He did not act alone…

Coping wth Depression…

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