The Best Sadness

The truth...
Sorry for all I’ve done,
I won’t get in your way,
And by the time you’re reading this,
On my death bed I will lay.
I’m worthless and lonely,
So I think it’s for the best,
I needed to kill myself,
And put my life at rest.
Not like anyone will care,
Or anyone will bother,
I was just a silly kid,
Who was hated by her father.
I do not want a funeral,
Don’t go to the expense,
Just chuck me away like rubbish,
You know it all makes sense.
Give all my stuff to the poor,
And burn all the pictures of me,
I don’t want anyone to know,
That I’ve been so cowardly.

By Jess Mitchell
Published: 9/19/2006		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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