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Jun 2014
As I stand here with a rope around my neck,
I'm thinkin "no one will miss me what the heck",
I think about the memories of the past,
Thinking about the shadow I cast,
The shadow that gave me this terrible reputation,
It gave me the sensation,
The shadow that killed friends and resurrected enemies,
And with the rope my neck I think about those enemies,
You'd think they'd care the most,
Because when I leave thered be no one to which they could boast,
I look  down at the stool,
And I think about my old friends from school,
I think about the teachers that hated me,
And the counselor who I saw frequently,
I wondered if shed miss me,
Or if shed even know what was missing,
I shed my last tear as I pray for the last time,
Thinking my birth was like a crime,
And that's when I kick the stool and fall,
And I'd never be able to stop it it was my call,
The only thing I can see is a faint light,
The closer I got it started to get bright,
And there I saw a man,
Well I couldn't tell if it was a man,
The creature seemed to be the light,
For a few brief moments I lost my sense of sight,
I heard it say "follow me son",
"I'll show you what wrong youve done",
As we walk I begin to see my body hanging from the rope,
And parents are standing around me and don't know how to cope,
They sit there and cry,
And they try to bring me back I couldn't believe they'd actually try,
My body was motionless and pale,
I wish I could just bail,
He grabs my arm and we walk a little further and I see my teachers with tears rolling down their faces,
I heard them say "just one last time I wanna see his face",
We walk farther down the line,
And I see the counselor and I look at the clock and I'm usually here at this time,
All I see is her hands covering her eyes,
I heard her say "why'd he have to die?",
I see the whole school crying,
Even the bullies are crying,
They take a moment of silence,
For their peer who was breathless and silent,
And at that moment I realize what I've done,
I hear the man say "now how would you feel if this were your son?",
And that's when I wake up alarm clocks ringin,
There's birds singin,
I leave my bedroom with a different point of view,
No matter what you think someone will always love you.
Written by
Bradley Jenkins  Independence, MO
(Independence, MO)   
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