A letter to the year 2017

On the last night of 2009 I wrote my wish on green cut out fancy paper
I wished for 2010 to be filled with peaceful parents and lively vine trees.
I guess you didn't get my letter as their fighting turned worse.
Words became hands.
Hands became destructive.
And sleepless nights seemed to be a starring trend.
Three hundred sixty four days later I burned a note scattered on a post it
Asking for some simple guidance;
In return my family tore
My heart was tagged into a jar,
Labeled -unhealthy and stressed.
2012 was supposed to My year!
But I guess the year didnt get my memo for instead of crossing milestones,
I was tripping on thousands of pebble sized rocks.
By the end of the year. I had wished that the mayans were right
And we were to parish and die.
For 2013 I just wanted a speck of confidence and that was disturbingly taken away
You see, im angry because you left me a shell of a girl
You threw me away
My dreams became whispers of nothing as they were shredded with a closed door.
2014. I wrote down on a spare piece of paper and placed it in my mailbox
I wanted a break.
Instead I got unhealthy intoxication
And family who didnt know how to behave.
That year , I was gifted with undeniable heartbreak
2015 is a sob story you see.
I asked for some time
I guess you laughed
And came up with a dark humor filled rhyme
Because in the first month ,
You allowed my rock and my strength to die.
The hands however stopped.
The fighting grew dim.
Two separate houses starting with a 6 feet deep hole
How grim.
For 2016 I don't think I asked for a thing.
I was too tired to try
Too tired to sigh
And instead learned of another poison-
A drink.
For all was gone
And hope was dim.
Yet I awoke the next morning in bed and okay
My broken family watching all tear stained
I think at that second I begun to realize my mistake
So 2017
Don't give me a thing
Ill work on it myself
I will somehow win