An unwrapped gift in death..

The night she died,
I will always remember,
A painful time,
In late December,

Christmas just passed,
And treated her well,
But the one thing she wanted,
She never did tell,

Gift after gift,
Unwrapping with hope,
But what she demanded,
Was not enveloped,

Tears began falling,
The family denied,
Mom and dad downstairs,
While upstairs she cried,

A knock on her door,
Lost and unheard,
Mom waited for an answer,
And screamed, "So absurd!"

She left the door closed,
As her little girl tried,
To say as loud as she could,
I'm going to die!

But her mom never heard,
She didn't know to listen,
And as the little girl wept,
She saw the knife glisten,

The weapon of choice,
Lay still on the ground,
Right next to her body,
Where dead, she'd be found,

A little while later,
Dad knocked on the door,
Said, "Honey time for dinner,
We just got back from the store."

When there was no reply,
His heart skipped a beat,
He prayed to His God,
Said, "Don't take her from me",

His hands in a tremble,
As he unhatched the lock,
The door opened itself,
As he stood there in shock,

He rushed to her side,
And held her tight,
But her body was cold,
And he knew he was right,

He picked up the note,
That lay in her hand,
She began with "I'm sorry,
You'll never understand."

He unfolded the paper,
And swallowed his fears,
When he saw S.W.M.T,
"Sealed with my tears",

" Santa forgot me,
He denied my one wish,
When I sat on his lap,
I asked him for this,

I was unhappy,
And I wanted a box,
That I could shed my tears in,
And seal it with locks,

So I could escape my pain,
And put it away,
Until the next time it hurt,
And use it that day,

But each thing I opened,
It was never found,
I looked everywhere,
It was a package not bound,

I didn't know what to do,
So I used that knife,
And I pushed it so deep,
That it took my life,

I loved you guys deeply,
More than words describe,
But darkness took over,
I was no longer alive,

I'll miss you all so much,
And I'll look down from up above,
Signed, Your only daughter,
With all of my love."

He walked back downstairs,
Holding her goodbye,
He looked up at God with tears,
Trembling, Thinking, she was only 9,

... She came and she went,
We'll always remember,
That cold, icy night,
Late last December.

^ Its not true, and in-fact, I don't really know where I was going with this. But um, enjoy!