A/N: I do not own Danny phantom. Butch Hartman does.
I listen to the wind
Waiting, wondering when
When will this all end?
When will I leave this cruel world?
This cruel cruel world
I have never seen a world so cruel
Where there is no beauty
Where the sun does not shine
When will I leave this world?
I am done with living
They are no more
Therefore, I am no more
I stand listening to the wind
On the edge
Of living
A/N: I wrote this after my grandparents died. I changed some of the lines and took some out. I also added one or two. I was going through some notebooks of mine when I found this poem. I read it and thought it would be perfect for Danny.