A Prayer of a Dying Child

I woke up one morning and I was 17,

I knew the day had come

The day I prove to everyone how cool I was

The day I accepted death as my destiny

 

Little did I know I would regret that day

And my family who kept me alive for 17 years

Would be cursed by me for years of never ending pain

 

Without thinking I lit the cigarette

I knew it had to be done before the day was over

I coughed a little but I was fine

 

Now as I lay in bed coughing and choking

My family is beside me

My parents and my sister

I whisper in my sister's ear

"Please don't do what I did"

She just nodded her head in silence

 

Now as my angel holds me in his arms

I know it's time for me to go

I close my eyes and kiss him one last time

It's funny how we resent those who try to help us when we're alive

And how we beg them to save us when we're about to die

All this because of one silly cigarette

All this because someone was dumb enought to say that

Smoking is cool

 

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