The Note

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The Note

A friend of mine’s parents come home late from work,
To find their daughter dead, her life she took.
Shot in the chest at close range they said,
Lying in the floor where she bled to death.

 No one around to hear the shots,
Their only daughter who’s life was lost.
A note in her hand she still held tight,
Contained what few words she managed to write.

 
Dear mom and dad

 If you’re reading this letter it means that I ‘m gone,
I hope that you can forgive me and try to be strong.
This life was unbearable more than I could stand.
I don’t know what I was thinking when I took this chance.

.Hoping to see you in the after life,
With Gods mercy and forgiveness I’ll be by your side,
No turning back no changing what I did,
I had my whole life ahead of me I was only a kid.

  If only I would of just talked to some one
You would have had gotten scared and got rid of that gun.
Maybe I would have realized that there were more options
I know that I screwed up and my life’s not forgotten.

 Dear mom and dad Please don’t be sad
Just remember the good times in this life that we had.
y times getting closer, I’m loosing all touch
I’m so sorry I did this, I love you so much.

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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