REST IN PEACE

Dear diary Since u just the best I cud talk to just listen like u used to My lyf aint nothing to call cool tho im seven and so good I believed the lord is all good before mommy had to go She used to always tell me that he`s so and provides my wants and all But it was u mommy not him it has been all glum wen u left and since Or maybe God don like me guess I'm too small for God`s cool gifts U used to built a paradise at Christmas cos its Christ birth-day No nosebleeds or cold sweats, or lonely tears on that fine day So this pain from the thorns, mom I’m shutting and I aint crying Life is a race im gon run thru mommy told me no whining This rotting apple is bad, but mommy said the worst are tests But I think its Satan’s doing since he steals the best he`s bad But now im all alone and blistered, and so cold on tha inside But I been told she in heaven mommy is sleepimg with the angels Tho I aint heavenly it aint no worry cos diary she an angel Dear diary Don’t ask me why I'm so grumpy I just wish I had the guts Sometimes I just beat myself up; when I slip a chance like that I just stood by the shop window wishing and wishing I had those shoes To steal is forbidden too, its bad but to pray is good So tonight I’ll hit my knees and ask for the shoes in style For starters get some food that’s good nd school and books I like I pray to not be so sad when people snicker he’s trash And I wish I wasn’t barefoot, be like those kids and play the tag Today wasn’t all that bad diary, remember that lady Well I neva talked about her but she looks like my mommy She smiles and laughs and kind, and her eyes are mommy’s eyes She also gave me a sweet a candy and my second penny I’m just gonna save all my money so I get rich and wealthy Then buy myself a jumbo jet that flies so I go visit mommy Goodnight diary I got to go, I’ll see u tomorrow And oh I’m named after a great Greek god called Apollo Dear diary Sorry my writing sloppy, I been kind of groggy All this week I been queasy and I felt kind of dozzy My head is twirling and spinning so much I can hardly see If it goes on and on I guess I’ll have to bunk and sleep Mommy u always told me tha the morrow is bright and shines But wat if it stays there, does it shine is there light that time Is there shine in that while, will I be happy or sad Is it hell or tha heavens,I like the sound of the heaven So I’ll be my best for u mommy,I wont even hate all the bad men I mean the ones with the guns and shells,bin laden and the bad who’ll burn I won’t even hate that woman that told me mommy’s dead She made me weep but wen I slept,mommy came and she aint in pain Sweet dreams to you I’m so tired I’ll feel strong in the morning With this song from u mommy,I’ll sleep gud sweet dreaming Dear diary I can’t write I’m too ill; I’m in this room in the clinic There’s some big walls and the white sheets some big machine with the beeps So this man will write for me till I’m better like he said I will I told him mommy is in heaven but guess wat, he already knew Said he phoned mommy in heaven and told her I’ll get well pretty soon She told him she’ll pray for me and guess wat, she gave him my shoes too He told me I will be better pretty soon and he said I’ll soon go to school This man said I'm not too ill, but why last nite was my head so light I told him that I’m heaven bound, cos I made God and mommy proud He knows you’re my only friend and will make sure u also come My eyes are drooping and I'm sleepy, I’ll just rest em a moment Wait I forgotabout my illness,the nurse willtell me in the morning ATT. Diary Apollo never woke from his slumber he passed in the hours He never knew he had pneumonia he never even felt the pain I guess he just wanted mommy,just got tired of the waiting He died with a smile and his last word was mommy It’s now morning and I’m mourning the son I called bastard The mom I called a slut, the one that raised the bestest Today was his birthday I bought the cake for my lost son He had my nose im feeling bad, im sterile and burying my only 1 I hope chocolate is your favorite it has five candles on it I know my apology is a sham, it has regret ol ova it I guess I’ll just put it in the box; do they have birthdays in heaven? Tell mommy to cut it for you and don’t u dare eat my share man Goodbye diary I am Apollo’s nurse, he said u won’t mind if I wrote for him If I had only found u sooner, I’d tell u that daddylives I’ teach you to be good man and hope that u understand i'd tell u not to leave your family I’d tell you I'm sorry I left I know u aint in pain, and I guess I wouldn’t be saying these baby… REST IN PEACE!!