WARNING ¡!!!: Sensitive content. Do not read if you're sensitive to suicide!
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He found the crumpled note next to his body,
He was never meant to see it,
Now a little boy is responsible for someone's death.
Guilty they both are,
For taking each other's lives.
Enraptured they felt,
For they were finally free.
It was the 16th of June and Dad was stopping by to surprise his baby and say hi.
It was the 16th of June when dad saw the notes about him,
It was that very day that his little boy saw his dad cry for the first time.
This time, the tears were dry and his body was lifeless on his bedroom floor.
His little boy smiled,
Yet his heart broke up in pieces inside as he read what he wrote;
"Thank you for driving us away when I was three,
Thank you for stealing the word dad from those who deserve it.
Thank you for those empty promises you made when I was five
Thank you for making me a constant reminder of the destruction you caused
Thank you for stealing my childhood
Thank you for seeing me after 11 years, though you didn't want to
Thank you for unanswered calls
Thank you for the tears you brought
Thank you for the bruises I have
Thank you father, for showing me what not to become.
This note I write so as to remember the pain I've suffered alone.
The pain you caused. So that I am not like you.
This is a note of me moving on,
This is to show a new beginning and a new life.
Thank you father for all you have done,
My smile is like yours, you say.
We look alike, I've be told.
I hated myself for that, I thought I reminded her of twinge you caused.
But I remind her of what she has become without you.
You will always linger,
But I've chosen to move on,
So thank you father for all those years of agony
Thank you father you making me the strong big boy I am today.
Now I know what not to be like, I am grateful for that."
Maybe the guilt of leaving got to him.
Maybe he got to understand the pain.
Maybe he came to say goodbye, with hopes of it not being goodbye
No one will ever know.
His little boy is man now,
Who stopped smiling to the 16th of June,
For he's guilty of writing.
But laughs at the memory of the day.
His little boy is a man now,
A man nothing like him.
A man better than him!
