I have been beating myself up over the horrible decision I have made. This poem means a lot to me. Please let me know what you think.
Dear Mom, Dear Dad,
I'm sorry this letter has to be so sad.
I'm not writing to you, from a camp in the wood.
Doing all the fun things that I wish I could.
I'm not in my play house high in a tree
Watching the clouds, just daddy and me
I'm sorry Ill never get to make you proud
In my cap and gown apart from the crowd
I hate that I can't give you a hug
Or make you scream when I bring home a bug
I cry when I think that I'll never hear you laugh
Or see you smile as I splash in my bath
Well its about time for me to go
My Father is here and he loves me so
But before I leave I have questions for you.
Why did you kill me? What did I do?