My death was your fault
Tis the day, the day I truly died
Though you sit there shameful tears and pride
A girl, too young gone too soon
She never reached her dream
To touch the moon
Her spirit crushed, her spirit ripped
Her faith torn out of her chest with her last breath of air tightly gripped
Her soft shudders and gasps called out to thee
But no answers to heed her prayers for she
Slowly she died, all their backs turned
All purposely hid, and not a lesson learned
She's dead now, that girl is me
The writer, the poet, the one who had was left to bleed.
My spirit crushed and my soul shattered
Now matter how hard I tried, none of it mattered.
The yells from hell silenced at last, tensions relieved, her soul not lost while her family falsely grieved.
Tis quiet now, happy and free, just as she liked it, how it was meant to be
Come now father, wipe your eyes
She was never something precious in your eyes
Come now mother, wipe your eyes
You had all the time in the world
To prevent your demise
Come now dear child, rest your head
To you, you are finally asleep
To them you are dead.
My death was yours to blame.
You could have taken care of me.
But like all great stories
All ends in a tragedy.
Look at me, mother
Look at me father.
I hate you.
I hate you all.
Hang your heads in shame.
I am dead now and you both are to blame
