This is a poem
for the boys who've blown
Their chances,
And ended up on the taking end of a cigarette.
A poem
for the girls who picked
the wrong one,
And mouth of their body meets the mouth of the bottle.
A poem
For the outcasts, the loners
Who die everyday from the words of others,
And end at the end of a razor blade.
This is a poem
For anyone who
Hurts, cries, laughs, tries,
Who ended their lives too soon.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 1:33 PM UTC
This is a poem
for the boys who've blown
Their chances,
And ended up on the taking end of a cigarette.
A poem
for the girls who picked
the wrong one,
And mouth of their body meets the mouth of the bottle.
A poem
For the outcasts, the loners
Who die everyday from the words of others,
And end at the end of a razor blade.
This is a poem
For anyone who
Hurts, cries, laughs, tries,
Who ended their lives too soon.
