Looking at me, there he stands
While I lay there in fright...

I'm tired of feeling,
Un-needed, un-wanted, un-used...

I'm in the middle of two roads,
Wondering which to take...

--NOTE TO READERS--
**no father was hurt in the making of this poem...

I'm always here,
And I'll never be gone...

Miranda Beth Hardin,
You are my best friend...

I've wrote this note,
To say goodbye...

Hanging out with friends,
Just having fun...

Was I doing too much?
Or was I blinded by love...

YOU were taking over,
Everything I loved in my life...

I don't know why I love you,
You aren't anything special...

I don't want you to go.
But I know it's for the best...