Death

Teachers are worried about me daddy

I don’t know why

They say I look upset in class

But I feel ok

They say I need help

Coz they sore the scars

I don’t want any help

I’m ok

They called you today to tell you this

I just want to run away

I can’t help the way I feel

But I’m trying to be strong

But I can’t take it

I’m holding the knife in my hand

I can’t take this

I’ve had enough

Goodbye daddy

I never wanted you to find me on the floor

In the bathroom

With a note saying I’m sorry

I love you daddy