My name is Kiana and I am only 13 years old, and I wrote this poem about my father who unfortunately was killed in a car accident 6 months ago. I still miss him very much. I feel responsible for his death everyday
It Wasn't Your Time
they say not to cry,
for you have gone to a place with no pain.
and they tell me not to worry for I will see you again.
But I don't care,
because they do not know my heart ache and pain,
because I know you are gone.
and it's tearing me apart.
Every night I pray to God,
and begging him to give my daddy back.
some days I cry myself to sleep,
knowing it's gonna be a while till I see him again.
I still don't know why you took my dad from me.
he was still very young.
I wish I could get him back,
to hold him one more time,
or even just to see him once more,
you took him so suddenly,
I didn't even get to say goodbye,
I hate my last memory of you,
laying in your white coffin,
with your blue shirt and black pants,
I hate the way how you could not speak,
I hate the way how you were cold when I held your hand.
Please come back to me dad,
I still need you,
Your time is not yet up.