suicidio

home

It started when I was little.
I planted a tree.
I would take my extra food and burry it in the back yard.
I thought it would help the tree I planted grow.
Little did I know that the tree would never make it to it's first birthday.
I was at that house one day, admiring the tree,
When my father went outside and got the mower.
I jumped.
I don't know how,
But I knew what was going to happen next.
He pulled the gear once.
Then twice.
I got my shoes on and ran outside.
He started walking towards the little tree with no expression on his face.
I ran towards the tree
I felt like my legs couldn't carry me fast enough.
I was 20 steps.
19.
18.
17.
I knew this would never be my home agian.
The tree was so important to me.
I couldn't,
wouldn't,
Let it be destroyed so easily.
I was so close to it,
But so was he.
I threw myself in front of the mower.
So he ran over me
And the tree I had planted
Not long ago.
In my last moments I looked up
And saw a wicked smile on his face.
He then reached down and patted my head to say.
It's okay, your better this way.
How can I live in a world where the tree represents my childhood,
I represent my innocence.
And my father represents...
My father.