Life for me is to much to bare
As my lonely soul stares down with an empty glare
Remembering how life isn’t fair
My heart is broken
And can never be repaired
I cry and cry
Wishing I would die
Pulling out the gun
My past life has just begun
Memories in my life that had been made
All begin to fade
As I lay here
Precious life flows away I have no fear
My death is nearly here
Now I lay here
Six feet under bright green grass
You weeping at my grave you ask
How I been
You say my little sister is now thirteen
Everyone misses me
But everyone understands I am now free
But you will know when the soft breeze
Touches your skin
You will feel me come back… again
