by Stephanie Fish
14, USA

You sit next to me and hold my hand
As I show you how I am holding by a strand
Its hard to move and talk right now
I am still trying to figure out how..
To breath and talk to everyone
I have tried so much to run
Just to get away and out of this place
So that every night I don’t see your dieing face
In my memories its painful
Each dream hurts me and becomes gainful
I am sick of life and all of its tricks
It pokes, batters, bruises, and kicks
For the dear life he led and now they forget
I love you dad
I will never forget