When I die

When I die will they all remember?

my smile, my laugh, my even temper

will my headstone be made of marble

with etched flowers and angels and no tomorrow

will they cry and be sad now that I am gone

or will they just continue to bully and carry on

They bullied me so and thats why I

did it to get away from every 

awful minute

they might as well have tied the knot 

that made my head and feet go drop

my body is cold my heart is still

I am happy now I no longer feel

Im sure one day they will find me 

dead or not because they seem to 

never STOP