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Watching myself dead

Contributed by CrippinBabi513 on Tuesday, 22nd March 2005 @ 05:53:13 PM in AEST
Topic: Grief

As I look below me
I see my lifeless flesh
I lay on the concrete
And my body is dead
I can do nothing now
But stare and cry
Why was I chosen
To be the one to die
I’m so sorry mama
For I didn’t make u proud
I never once listened
And I hung with the rough crowd
Now I know why
Daddy was protective
But my eyes were blinded
I couldn’t see his perspective
I don’t know how I got here
How I made it to God
I wish I was on earth
But the bullet I couldn’t dodge
No one called 911
Everyone jus ran
My heart stopped
And I fell from my stance
I wanted to live the street life
And feel like I was tough
I guess my families love
Just wasn’t enough
But now I realize
I really wasn’t smart
If I could go back
I’d clean up and restart
My friends showed me love
And the told me they cared
But why when I died
No one was there
My soul is set free
I am nothing now
I’ve closed the curtain
And taken my final bow
Again I’m sorry mama
I’m sorry to dad too
Neither of you new it
But I loved both of you
So to all the kids
Who live on the streets
Please go back home
Or you could end up like me

Copyright Â© CrippinBabi513 ... [ 2005-03-22 17:53:13]
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Re: Watching myself dead (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Sunday, 27th March 2005 @ 06:11:37 PM AEST
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Great poem I am very surprised that I am the
first to comment on this. Anyway I liked this
written with a lot of emotion and the ending
put chills up my spine for whatever reason.
Good stuff.

Bobo (Joel)

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