From the 7th floor

by Mimi112   Dec 3, 2004


I woke up today, went to school.
Came back and then you called.
You told me he was gone, gone forever.
He wasted his life with a simple step, from the seventh floor.
How ? Why ??
Am I to blame ? Is someone to blame here ??
God help him please...
No one could help him here,
So I'm hoping You will.
He was just fourteen
He was hurt
Now his friends are hurt and they still blame themselves.
I barely knew him, but still it hurts
People still cry for him, i cry for him.
We pray for him,
We hope he's alright now
That his soul is at peace
And that he isn't watching us and crying,
But smiling and praying.

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