Freedom before I die.

( I dont even know abotu this one i dont even know I think i am goign to end up changing this as I type this out please bare with me.) I've lost them or good, by letting things go, it not my fault, and this i know, but still i feel, Things could have been saved, if only I'd had hope, that you could have changed, but after my years, all being the same, no matter the loss or the gain, i figured you'ld stay, the way you are not wanting help, or seeing my scars, and now I am gone, still you dont care, I miss you all, but can not be there, the girl should know, I love them so, but now its time, and i must go, goodbye at last, my last goodbye, I flying free, before I die. ( okay that did not go where it was suppost to but I guess I had other things on my mind... you could say this was one writen for the family i left.)