Judgement and Death

Location

81039
United States
37° 55' 53.328" N, 104° 3' 13.2336" W

She looks in the mirror,
At her curly brown locks,
“You look beautiful, my dear,”
Is all she heard from her pops.

When she went to school,
Her peers would ridicule:
“You are just a stupid fool.”
For the fire, it would fuel.

Now she sits just there,
With a gun in her hand,
“Would it be fair?”
And then her face went bland.

Now her peers all cry
Sitting at the funeral
As they wholly ask why
Through a mask of Adderall.

So her dad pulls the trigger;
She was all he had left,
But now she is a goner,
And that was the beginning of death.

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Comments

JessieWill

Heartfelt, I'm left speechless.

savigirl14

this is so sad but sadly very common

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