Dear Mommy and Daddy,
I’m sorry this will make you sad,
There’s just a lot of stuff I have to tell you bad.
I know how much you love me,
But I know how bad of a kid I can be.
I heard you guys fighting late last night,
You said you didn’t know how to fix it all—well, I think I might.
I know your life’s so very tough,
It’s not my fault, but I make it rough.
You married soon, it wasn’t wrong,
Some time alone, you’ll learn to get along.
I’m sort of scared, but I’ll be okay.
I’m really sure; things’ll work out this way.
Mommy, today in school, we learned about guns,
All about how dangerous they are—how they kill little ones.
Yea, those things, they’re used to kill,
Now, I s’pose, I’ll tell you my will.
I worked hard and put in thought,
I decided I won’t ask a lot.
To God, please give, my tiny spirit,
I’m gonna say a prayer; I hope He’ll hear it.
Please give my mind to another little one,
So they’ll know never to do what I’ve done.
Daddy, I’m sorry, I took your gun; it’s in my hand,
I figured out just where, the bullet’ll land.
I love you so much I’ll go away,
I’m a good girl, but a burden if I stay.
Goodbye, everybody, please forgive me,
I’ve heard that Heaven’s a good place to be.