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by Morgan Aug 5, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Creating a spark to make a fire Tracing the gasoline Reoccurring nightmares about that night How can people be so mean? The fire trickled so slowly Making my heart stop The lose of breath Made my stomach drop Tears blurring my vision My stomach still churning I couldn't do anything As I saw you, my best friend, burning I couldn't say a word Just listen to you scream Please, God, tell me How can people be so mean? I wish I could have saved you But I was only eleven I tried to tell myself That soon you'd be in heaven You told me why you didn't want to live Why you have to die that night You said it was because of your dad And how you always fight You told me how he used to hurt you Whipping you with his belt You told me how the bruises Were something normal you felt You, my best friend, left me All because the last thing he did Why are people so mean? You were only a kid How could he touch you like that? And make your insides hurt How could he rape his little girl? I didn't know people could be such perverts You were thirteen Holding in things that are hard to believe Now that you're gone I'm missing a part of me I can't seem to be happy Because once you left there was only me And now I feel the heat To an intolerable degree Because once you left, dear sister I felt my insides hurt and I felt his bruise Dad came after me this time And now I'm the one abused So I'll create the spark this time Now that I'm thirteen But before I go, tell me God How can people be so mean? (This is resubmitted)