Diary of a Dead Girl

mamma

Mamma my legs feel heavy,

and my bones are too tired to go on.

I've seen plenty of death, much too many,

my friends either cold, dead, or gone.

Mamma my head is fuzzy,

and I can't think straight anymore.

I'd cry for help but I ain't got no one left to love me,

I don't have anything left, and I didn't have much before.

Mamma I can't keep going like this,

the long days stretch into endless nights.

I'm just waiting on the sweet relief of death's kiss,

pray for me mamma that it don't bite.

Mamma I don't recognize the girl in the mirror,

she's a stranger to me now.

I don't think that matters much as the claws of death grow nearer,

take the reality with a grain of salt mamma, if you know how.

Mamma sing me a song to sleep,

one sweet and nice.

And lay me to rest in the valley so deep,

let me breathe my last breath in paradise creek.

Mamma pray the Father will go easy on me,

as I climb those stairs.

I hope it's past my sins He is able to see,

pray for mercy, and hope that He hears your prayers.

Mamma do not weep,

for my death isn't one to grieve

bonus poem because I had time today.