I'm trying to practice my fake crying
People say to think of someone dying
Instantly someone pops into my head
My life would be hell if they were dead
They taught me how to walk all alone
To be an individual, not a mindless clone
They were there for every single nightmare
Said it was bad to be greedy, be sure to share
They gave stuff up for the good of only me
Showed me how to solve problems i see
They helped me get through every hard time
And with simple things, like how to make rhymes
They're under appreciated and often overlooked
Their place in my life, for granted i took
But as i lay in the dark, praciticing fake crying
Real tears fall, as i think of my mother dying
** I have to write this for my mom for a project at school. Please make corrections and/or tell me if you think she'll like it. It's really important to me! Thanks ^^
