the day you leftwas the day to die without a word not even goodbye you were the hour glass i was your sand you crushed it all with just one hand should i point the gun into my head or you for fun slowly kill me instead i still see your face among the light stars i never knew happiness could be so far so know its over i'll always ask why to kill myself kiss it all goodbye
Reason for writing:
What could a 14 year old kid from MI
say to all the poets out there.
this poem i wrote is for people who
can understand the problems that a teen
faces with family and surroundings
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