my life poem

When you died I was only two

And the memories I had of you

They were only a few.

The day you died all I

Could remember

Is that all day I just sat and cried.

Well you're not in my life anymore,

So no more fun,

But it's sad that it was my dad

That ended your life than his with a gun.

I don't know if I'm mad or if I'm just

Really sad,

But whatever it is,

It's building up inside of me.

Somehow I need to set it free.

No one understands me.

I don't know what to do to make them see.

What's wrong with me?

Is it that I held all these

Feelings inside me for fifteen years

And just on this single day I

Gave way for all my cries and tears?

Or is it that I grew up without

A mother and

Instead was raised up by my brother?

I'm confused, I'm about to blow a fuse.

What am I going to do?

Would my life have been better if you were still

Alive – or at least until I was five

Because I would have known you more?

But I should just stop thinking

That because when I go to my

House and open my door you're not

There, just your spirit drifting

In the air above me.

Well, anyways, maybe it was fate.

Maybe you're better off up there,

But all I can say is that

Life isn't fair.