Freedom Poem by Sweet Death

I want to be free. I want to fly. I want the wind to brush against my cheek and through my hair. I want to hear your voice once again calling my name. I want to see your face as you read this. I want to WATCH as you begin to relize what Iv'e done and that I'm dead. That I'm floating to the big playground in the sky. You told me I wouldn't do it, that I was to afraid. You thought that I loved you enough to bear the pain. Well your wrong. And now as I float to where I have always belonged I laugh at you for being the one who now has to deal with the feeling of losing part of who you are.
=) Ha Ha =)