There's this kid Who doesn't know what to do Their life consist of drugs and ***** Before you judge them Listen to this This kid I know Has been hit, kicked, and beaten They once had friends They still do Yet they're not the friend Their friends once knew They hang out with addicts And drink a sip passed their cup They sell their treasure For dope or for cash This kid doesn't know How long they will last They feel they have nobody But know that's untrue They hook up with strangers Older than them too This kid is not legal To drink or have *** But that's no problem Because a fake I.D. fixes that The person they love Doesn't even love them back This kid believes they're worthless That they deserve death Honestly, that doesn't sound too bad They find comfort in their scars Now isn't that pathetic Finding beauty in something That does more hurt than help them It's nonsense Speaking of beauty What the **** is that When someone calls this kid pretty All they get is sad It makes this kid feel bad Like they aren't who they want to be Don't people understand This kid is not only being bullied by others But by themself, their parents, even me This kid has nothing But their thoughts in their brain They're afraid of theirself And they are to blame They want to die Oh, how many times they've tried All this kid seems to think about Is how to end their life Or what drug will hurt them the most Now, isn’t that sad This kid is so young Yet their life is already considered trash Abused mentally, physically, and emotionally They’ve no clue what to do So they down another bottle Maybe take a pill or two They snort some substance Smoke something too Shoving the needle into a vein Only to see red and blue A little to late As they kicked down the door The cops stopped Their family fell to the floor All staring in sadness The kid had grown up But only to the point Where they had enough This kid was so fragile Yet so strong But afraid This kid who was so young But had the mind of the wiser of age They made stupid choices But now everyone else pays This kid in front of their pupils Was holding no note As they pull the trigger In front of them all The bullet enters their brain And exits to the wall Now look what you’ve done Young child, you’ve scarred them for life Ending your pain Nope, you just gave it to many other lives These people cared about you But too blind to see You had and still have People who love you Including me Your story lives on Yet, sadly not your life I wanted to see you grow But all I see is the roses Planted next to your gravestone Which states, “Your life is not your own.” - Benedict Cumberbatch”