sometimes i wonder why

like why me

why cant it be

someone else insted

or maybe like why cant i be dead

i ask myself would life be easier

without me around

would everyone be so down

would my pops styll be here

would the sky be more clear

would my mom be goin thru all this trouble

would my sister be happy and blowin bubles

would life be better

would someone else be writin this letter

for no one to read

would it be another lifeless body smokin weed

or would they be a seed

sproutin to something spectacular

not like me

doing everything they could to make their parents proud

and scream it loud

& proud

that they can do ANYTHING!