Sometimes

Sometimes I think your alive,
then I remember you died.

Sometimes I see your face,
but how can that be I'm making a mistake.

It's been six years, maybe seven,
but I know your in heaven.

Sometimes I get mad,
maybe I'm selfish.

But I'm very sad,
and I can't help it.

Sometimes I cry,
and wonder why you had to die.

Why am I this way,
I can't stand the pain.

Sometimes I hope and wish,
That someday I can wake up.

Wake up form this dream,
It's all a big mess.

I remember you often,
And I remember your coffin.

I miss you,
I wish you were here to kiss me.

Tell me I am your baby,
Your little girl, and no one can date me.

Maybe I'm crazy.

But I wish,
I wish, just maybe,
That I had you for a daddy again,
I want to be you little girl, your angel.

So you can hug me, love me, and stay beside me,
you can tell me you'll never leave my side.
Why am I kidding myself.

I am gabbing away,
about something that can't be that way.

I dream and I hope,
It's all a big joke.

I cry over your death,
but what can I do,
nothing just rest.

And stop crying over something that doesn't excised.

Life sucks,
and it's tough.

Sometimes I still want you,
and I want to be nine again.

When life made sense.

Sometime I believe its my fault,
my fault that you died,
that I could of stopped it,
it really does hurt,
it hurts like a knife.

Slitting my throat, my wrest, and getting blood on my shirt,
or a gun with a bullet,
shot in my head.

It sounds quit suicidal doesn't it
but its all just the way it is.

This is life,
you win some and you lose some,
its all bullshit if you ask me.

I guess I just don't understand,
why this is the way it has to be!