It took 4 days tell i was told
I gave him my poems
Not knowing what was to behold
He yelled and screamed
While i sat there wishing to be dead
All those memories running through my head
That one nite when i was in her room
I cut one pace after another
And didn't bother to tell another
I passed out cold on her floor
She tried to wake me
But she just couldn't see
I wanted to die
But i didn't die and so now i have to here about it
You tell me to go to my room
And then hit me with the broom
You say you need time to think
Well i need time to think too
She called and told him what i had dun
And now i'm gonna get the gun
I can't take the screaming
I can't take the pain
Here i go 1,2,3 bang
I slowly fall to the ground
Not knowing when i shall be found
A little letter was in my palm:

Dear daddy,
I'm sorry i had to die
I didn't want you to know all my lies
I told you i was fine and that they were just poems
Well they were my life
And she told you about the knife
I couldn't take the pain
I saw in your eyes
Please daddy no more cries

 
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