This Boys Life

by Nina Mendoza   Jul 24, 2007


If you think you got problems,
then please sit down.
Let me tell you a story,
that will will make you frown.

He was only a kid,
when things went really wrong.
He wanted to do something,
but he wasnt all that strong.

He was only four,
when his parents split up.
Every night he used to watch,
his mother get beat up.

He always kept to hiself,
as the days would go by.
He always said that when he got older,
his father would die.

His mother was on drugs,
weed, coke, and crystal meth.
For as long as i can remember,
he said that he would be the cause of his fathers death.

He was calm at day,
but things would change at night.
If it was a full moon,
all he would want to do is fight.

He was a kid,
which no one understood.
He had real dark eyes,
and always wore a hood.

He moved with his grandma,
and away from his mother.
But he still had troubles,
one after another.

He was always asking,
what was his purpose to live.
What his biggest problem was,
he couldnt forgive.

He needed comfort,
when things went wrong.
But when people tried,
they would never get along.

When he was fourteen,
he fell in love.
He would always say,
she was an angel from above.

She understood him,
and she calmed his mind.
They were truly in love,
comfort in her he would find.

They had problems,
but they would always work it out.
They were meant to be together,
without a doubt.

They loved eachother so much,
but he still had an urge to kill.
Her love for him wasnt enough,
because he hated his father still.

She really loved him,
and she knew he was the one.
So she simply waited,
until the deed was done.

Because of his father,
he had a horrible life.
But now his fathers gone,
and he ended it with a knife.

So if you have problems,
your not the only one.
Others got it worst,
theres nothing that can be done.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Nearly but not quite

    Wow, that was, umm, dark. And really sad, and also really well written. Thanks for your comment btw, I'm sorry you can relate. keep writing!

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