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by Jane Nov 16, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
You look at me, I look away, Dreading what it is, You are about to say. I don't want to hear, Please don't say, I don't want, To go away. I liked being here, Life was fun, It wasn't my fault, He pulled out that gun. Shot me down, I fell to the ground, My life ended, I made no sound. He shot me once, Through the heart, Please don't tell me, It will never restart. You tell me it is time to go, I didn't want to die, Just leave me alone. It has to be a lie. A tear falls, Down my cheek, I look up and give, A smile so weak. I stare down at, My empty shell, And hope to god, He goes to hell. He shot my why? I didn't know, But there will be a place, For him below. I take your hand, Preparing to go, As I say goodbye, To what I use to know. Taken away, At a young age, Rest in peace, Without rage. Your soul at peace, You sorrow ends, Who know what lies, Around the bend.
by N M Lambert
Brilliant. great job x