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Rated: E · Poetry · Family · #1959752
written by my son Christian Cole 18
Its My Life



Motionless dogs making things look lost

All that makes me mad

And is made worse by my missing Dad



No one wants my see of hate

I must swim in

It is my own home state



When I’m here we will soon

Stay alive but as doomed

I tell you what the spirits say

Their voices makes you run

They sound like snakes



When you are scared

You must run on home

To look in a mirror

You grab a comb and say

“I’m Here”



You say your prayers

Then you grab a knife

A problem hits you from behind

I feel as though I am loosing my mind



When its time for to die I will know

I will see the light

I will grab the handle

And head for the sky



Don’t try this life

It’s mind

I think this everytime

I would not save my own life for another dime

I’m not floating through the sky

I’m not dead

I live through it all

So give me some cred…
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