My dad's suicide...

On his 38th birthday is when he died,
He said he'd always be there, but I guess he lied.
he told me he loved me and kissed my cheek,
I didn't say i loved him back, I figured that I'd have at least more than a week,

But I was wrong,

I was in church singing a song,
when my uncle and grandpa rushed in and got my mom,
All the while, I never knew what was going on.
When I got home, I saw my house burnt down,
fire trucks and flashing lights were all around,
My dad had set fire to our house,
and set out for the driveway,

What I found out next was the worst news of all,
He shot himself in the head,
The mailman watched him fall,

Now, 7 Years later,

His daughter wants to die,
Because her daddy was perfect in her eye,

No matter what he did or said,
hes always in my heart and always in my head.

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This is my first poem. Comments would be greatly appreciated