A Prayer of a Dying Child

I woke up one morning and I was 17,I knew the day had comeThe day I prove to everyone how cool I was The day I accepted death as my destiny

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Little did I know I would regret that dayAnd my family who kept me alive for 17 yearsWould be cursed by me for years of never ending pain

Without thinking I lit the cigaretteI knew it had to be done before the day was overI coughed a little but I was fine

Now as I lay in bed coughing and chokingMy family is beside meMy parents and my sisterI whisper in my sister's ear"Please don't do what I did"She just nodded her head in silence

Now as my angel holds me in his armsI know it's time for me to goI close my eyes and kiss him one last timeIt's funny how we resent those who try to help us when we're aliveAnd how we beg them to save us when we're about to dieAll this because of one silly cigaretteAll this because someone was dumb enought to say thatSmoking is cool