People acting tough,
This world is rough.
Feels like it's me against all.
Should I fall and wait for heaven to call?
Every day there is a new struggle,
Filling people's lives with more trouble,
People going to jail,
People getting shot to die,
Making their children cry,
But why?
I don't think I can live much longer in this life,
So I pull out a knife and slit my wrists.
I sit and cry as I watch the world go by.
This is my path I guess,
My destiny.
Blood all over the floor,
My body was found later that day,
People filled with dismay,
But all they can do is say,

By: George (Age 13)


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