A/N: This was written for Jing-Mei and her Father.
I hate him so much.
I can't take anymore.
I can't even remember
what I'm doing it for.
It's not his fault,
I know it's true
Like I know there is nothing
else I can do.
I do my best.
I take the time.
But it's too far to walk,
and too high to climb.
I inject it slowly.
I hold the syringe tight.
Usually it's to save, but,
this time to end life.
He looks at me sadly.
Questions in his eyes.
Ask me no questions,
and I will tell you no lies.
I say I do it for him.
To end all his pain.
But I do it for me,
Yet it seems all the same.
I tell him I love him.
Place lips on forehead.
I'm relieved but I'm crying,
My father is dead.