The three were best friends in school,
All very intelligent but cruel,
They lived adult lives at a young age,
So let this poem be their stage,
She hid in her bahroom getting high,
Cutting her wrists wishing to die,
Begging for the love of an undeserving man,
Taking care of her son alone the best she can,
Selling her body knowing it was wrong,
Hoping she would learn to be strong,
Always setting time aside to pray,
For her best friends that went astray,
The one who seemed he would survive,
Had to fall in order to stay alive,
With a girlfriend and baby to support,
He turned to a life of a different sort,
Leaving school and selling drugs,
Gangbanging with unintelligent thugs,
Meanwhile in another world another childhood friend
was coming to her own tragic end,
Strung ouut with a drug addiction,
Not knowing what is real, what is fiction,
She lost everything she ever cared for,
When her boyfriend turned her into a w****,
Living in her own alternate reality,
Stuck with an elementry mentality.
But the children ended well before their time,
Only to have their story told in rhyme
