Crouching at this slab of stone I cry
Why-
-was I not there for you?
-did I not listen?
-did you go and do that?
He wasn't real, he didn't breathe
Air, he didn't need
You like I do.
And I'm sorry that I—
After Mommy's death—lost my
Self to that swirling pit of despair.
I have no reason to explain
Why that day it had to rain
Stopping the roads.
I would've gotten home quick
ly. But I didn't. It makes me sick
To my stomach.
I came home and there
Was your body, your blood, your hair
Splayed all over the bathroom floor.
You had taken no chances
In your dances
With death.
A razor and a bottle of pills
Completely drained me of my will
To live.
Then I saw the rope
And I lost all hope
You were gone.
A razor, the pills, the rope round your neck
All of them beck
on to me
I thought it was all in your head
And now you're dead
"I'm sorry" isn't good enough
Here on this slab I die
Why-
-did I not treat you better?
-did you make up these "Zim", "GIR", and "Tak" people.
-do you ignore me now? I am calling to you, do you hear me?
"Don't worry...daddy's coming..."
