I sit at my desk,
writing this poem.
Hating my life,
hoping to die soon.
I just wanted to say,
that dad I'm doing this because of you.
And to everyone else,
when I'm gone,
You'll be much happier.
You won't have to see me,
walking around sad, and depressed.
You, my dad dont have to hide anymore that you never liked me,
You, my friends dont have to worry about me,
You, my mom wont have to fight with me anymore.
I dont want a funeral, I want to be burned.
and then please set me free,
on the mountains, in the wind.
Thats how I want remember life,
free and light.
And I wanted to remember you,
as a loving and caring dad.
But life goes on,
and you'll be much happier,
when you dont have to see me,
walking around, and depressed. |
