Local Teenager

Crackles of fire

Situation becoming dire

Short lived laugh

Skipping class

Heavy weights on eyes

No one hears our cries

Skinny fumbling figure

Finger on the trigger

Body heavy as lead

We sink & we're dead

This poem is about: 
Me

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