My Life

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My Life

They think i'm gone for just a day, but after a while i'm not okay.
My family starts to get scared, they act as if someone cared.
No signs of me here or there, i'm not alive so don't even dare.
Don't look or try to find me, i won't be breathing i hope you see.
The cops find me dead in a car, the killer got away but not that far.
They clean me off and get me dressed, i don't know why but i felt i had to confess.
I had left a note that was later found, it was placed neatly upon the ground.
My cofen was neat and very clean, the workers were always nice and never mean.
The words they said made me wish i wasn't dead.
They finished and started to cry, I prayed to god i didn't die.
They open the cofen to gaze upon me one last time, but what they see will not be fine.
After an hour i start to fall apart, they see no signs of my broken heart...
They see the note placed on my chest, and read aloud my last request.
I had told them that it was me, i killed myself to be free.
I wanted this badly to stop the pain, but now i just wanted to feel the rain.
I told them to not be sad, but instead to just be like my awful dad.
They kept reading and saw once more, i had said to remember i was no longer sore.
At the end i placed a picture of a dove, and told them i'll always be above.
If they want to talk to come and visit my grave, i told my mom to be very brave.
She was always there and saw me, i knew i was loved and always will be.
The one i love came up to say, i miss you lots but mostly today.
My sister then came and sat down, i knew she was there and i saw a frown.
My friends were next and they sang aloud, a song that said what they had found.
A friend none the less, no matter how big the mess
They said i was always with them and never away, I told them i loved them which was all i could say.
They leave me be and head for home, but yet i'm still with them cause they are never alone...

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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