I thought by now you would begin to understand
That money is simply a paper,
Made by trees, nothing but a material
I thought my absence would begin to mean something to you
More than any materialistic thing

The value of money should not be worth more
Than the daughter you have raised for 19 years.
A few hundred dollars, easy to spend,
Easy to rip, but readily replaced by the same thing
My heart, so fragile but full of feelings,
Yet easy to rip as paper, but not easily replaced

Once I have gone, there is no coming back.
Like our moments, these moments, the things that make me happy
They cannot be taken back
Once a moment is gone, it is gone

So let me be happy in this life
Let me splurge in things that make me happy
Let me travel as I please
Let me do as I please

Let me..
Because you you do not even know me or my thoughts
You have focused too much on other unnecessary things
That you no longer realize or see that
Every day I struggle with life or death

At times I wonder a life with no life
Or maybe a dying one
Would you start to care?
Would you start to do all you can to make me happy?
Will money still matter more to you than I do?

Papa please tell me...
When will you begin to value your own daughter
More than this fleshly world?

I have thoughts of dying all the time.
I go through a constant battle with depression
I cry in the middle of the night
Because of the remarks you, along with others have made.

Let me rest from the pain
So please start to realize that I am slowly dying every second
This life I live can be taken at any moment
And most importantly that I am worth more
Than all you have valued in this life