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Ethan Apr 2019
Death is a hard subject to talk about
It can be a wonderful thing or a terrible thing
But there is no reason to pout
Life can used up like string

I had lost my Great-great granddad awhile back
It took me a long time to get over it
I can’t remember if I dressed in black
I did throw quite the fit

We all have the one person we are close to
It would **** you if they died
You could commemorate them by getting a tattoo
All of us have cried

The subject of death is hard
Some joke about
People can get scarred
We just try to stay in doubt
Ethan Apr 2019
Today at school I got annoyed
Tomorrow will be the same
But Sunday i’ll be overjoyed
Sunday i’ll be playing a game

Monday will be the same as Friday
Just an endless cycle of torture
I hope the sky won’t be grey
I better keep my things in order


Just seventeen more days till school ends
I hope i'm not dead by then
I better be able to make a mends
I just have to clench my fists count to ten
Ethan Feb 2019
One day we met and wanted to talk.
You said you wanted to meet by the dock
So away I went and I brought my fishing gear.
The day was clear.
You needed to talk about the day we met.
You told me you were in debt.
You told me you were in love with me after several years.
I said I love you too and then I had some fears.
We had our ups and downs.
We had moved to several towns.
And then after a few days.
Our love went up in a craze.
You started accusing me of stuff I never did.
I then went and hid.
I hated being harassed by you.
I went to join a construction crew.
You went looking for me.
You couldn’t just let me be.
I always knew when you were in town.
You kept making me look like a clown.
I had to keep moving from state to state.
I just couldn’t take the weight.
I had finally moved out of country without anyone knowing.
I went on a Boeing.

— The End —