Wasted

by Alyson Mary   Jul 9, 2005


My body becomes limp as I hit the concrete.
The impact of the bullet makes it so I can't breathe.
I look at all the figures draped around this dreadful scene.
I don't see my mom, but I see my dad, down on his knees.
Then I see the hand coughs, and he's dragged away by the police.
And it hits me, hes the one that did this to me.
Tears fill my eyes and dark takes over,
And I die in the ambulance of hate and betrayal.

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