You could hear him screaming as he looked
beyond the door.His only son was laying in
a heap apon the floor,and from his wrist
that opened wide his life had flowed from
deep inside.
And in his hand was a note that read,It
is better if I am dead.For this old life
was bad all the times we never had,I can't
say it has been nice because it wasn't.
And daddy here is your chance for cutting
all my hair off.For three long years it
was all you wanted,and now you can go down
to your fancy all mens club and tell them
all what you taught him.
You could see them running as they tryed
to find some help,yet the neighbors were
all standing around to see how bad they
felt.How could this happen in our town
lets hope it doesn't get around.
And in his hand was a note that read,
it is better if I am dead for this old
life was bad all the times we never had,
I can't say it has been nice because it
wasn't.
And mother please forgive me if I messed
up your rug,for you can have it cleaned
tomorrow.And I am sure you will find
some excuse to tell your garden club
I am sure they will express their sorrow.
And in his hand was a note that read.
It is better now that I am dead.