When I'M Gone

Everyday I wake up; I expect the same day I lived through yesterday The wishes I wish, the prayers I pray, the people I see, and the words I say Nothing ever changes overnight; in this life I’m just another grunt, a pawn When the day ends, I can’t help but think if I’ll be missed when I’m gone My mom loves me, even when we spew our hurtful, hateful words at each other My dad guides me even when we are bitter, and hardly speak to one another Now their little boy has grown up, but they still help me with my life, to fight on They do so much for me, but I’ll always wonder if they will miss me when I’m gone My friends seem to do all they can for me, even in my times of great despair I thank each of them in my own little way, appreciating that they’re still there Through the years we kept each other sane, to see another day birthed at dawn As many years as we spent, I reflect on if they will miss me when I’m gone Her…I do everything I can to make her smile, to laugh, to enjoy every waking day I bring her flowers, give her kisses, hold her close, and color her world when it’s gray I sit to listen to her problems, and help her fight through the pain in the past foregone Thoughts rise when my mind wanders, and I question if she will miss me when I’m gone God, my father, the creator of all things in this world that torture my every being My great love for you was always flawless; you always care about my wellbeing This life is a test filled with pain and questions, leaving me as your helpless little fawn But I know that you’re the only one that misses me, since from you, for now, I am gone