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Kayla V Barreto Oct 2014
Dear Cancer

Why do you exist?
Why must you bring sadness to everyday life
Taking the lives of both children and adults
With no age restriction you make things worse

You come in many different shapes and sizes
You pop up in any area
Br enough is enough
I and others will stand up

I will bring hope to those effected
I will bring people's spirits up
One day you will no longer exist
One day you will be destroyed
Not being able to return

Why do you exist?

                                                                                Respectfully yours,
                                                                ­                            Hope


-KaylaVBarreto
Kayla V Barreto Oct 2014
Roses Are Red
Violets Are Blue
Why am I writing this stupid poem about you
Watching you write in class brings me joy
But the thing is
You and I are no more
For some reason I feel obsessed
But I don't like you
I just wish I can be with you
I wish that I never met you
Or that you would leave my head.
I wish I never said yes..
The first
Second
Or third time...
Kayla V Barreto Oct 2014
This is it, my final minutes of life
Siting here, thinking, racing against the clock
My hand shaking, tears rolling down my face
I want to say my final goodbyes, to those I hate and love
Sitting here thinking, I have so much to say
For I am grateful for my short life.
I'm sorry for all my careless stupid mistakes
And any of the greatest moments ruined
But I'm happy for all the people I've met
Wondering if those people in school will miss me
Or that the death of me will bring my family together.
Hoping that my family can get over my disappearance
And that my friends will now learn to appreciate me.
Wishing I could take one last walk with Frankie
Or have that one last play fight with Chris.
Treat my mother to that god awful place Chevys.
Maybe letting my dad beat me one last time in cards.
Like I said I'm going to miss all of you,
I've got to go death is knocking on the door...
Burning building poem... Aka if a building was on fire what would I write

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