don’t tell my dad

If you find me dead tomorrow
please dont tell my dad …
without me he’d feel so hollow,
he would feel terribly sad…
he left me footprints to follow
but i was so scared
was succumbed to my sorrow
and was hurt pretty bad…
drowned though the water was shallow…
screamed for help, they thought i was mad..
i couldn’t stand the deathblow
because no one really cared
in pitying myself , i wallowed
started hating everything i had…
now that im letting my words flow,
after a long time i feel glad
but still im sinking below
the weight of the problems that constantly add…
i always hide what i undergo
beneath a pretty charming facade…
now im feeling vey low
i don’t think there’s a better plan
than to leave it all here and go
because my clock is lagged
so I’ll close my eyes ‘fore it shows
because its too late, hurts too bad
I’m sorry im leaving tomorrow
please take care of my dad .