Where I am 

Where I am, you just don't know,
Am I just to busy, on the go?
You had plans to go with me to the mall,
It was cancelled by a no show or call,
So you went to the mall and checked all the stores,
You went to my home and cheked behind all the doors,
As you head home, you look down an alley and see,
Someone lying there, and realized it was me,
As you approach you see I'm lying in a puddle of blood,
My mangled face was smashed in the mud,
Many broken bones, and a smashed head,
It was quite obvious someone wanted me dead,
My wallet was still inside my coat,
As you looked at me, you remembered my quote,
"My death will be like my life, all alone,
So many things about will never be known,"
As your cries faded, you heard an angel say,
"I'm sorry, but his angel took a vacation day,"
You wanted some answer, it was you demand,
The angel looked and pointed at my right hand,
In my hand was a letter to you, my friend,
Letting you know my life heading towards The End!