She came to me with a problem
I could't turn her down
I try so hard but it wasn't good enough
A week past then two, day by day
I counted my wishes
I prayed she would still be here not up there
She came to me with a problem
Now what do I do
She counted on me to fix her up, put a band-aid here and there
I told her its fine that she is loved
but it wasnt good enough
me down on hands and knees praying
She came to me with this problem
I cant help her but i wasn't giving up
so one day i went to her
she didnt want to listen
she said its to late there nothing you can do
a gun? this is how your handling it?
She said good-bye
pulling the trigger
i went to stop her it was to late
hearing the bells and sirens i held her the whole way
to the hospital, to the funeral and up to heaven
i know shes with me, i see her every once in a while
we laugh till we cry, we have good times
im in a mental home now
people say shes dead but i know she still here
What do you think?
Comments
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kelse
dang that was good
i luved it -
Amazing
I love this write. I especially love the last line, It finishes the poem off perfectly. Great job, I loved it!
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Wow
THIS IS A REAL GOOD WRITE. I ACTUALLY HAD CHILLS. BUT YOU HAVE TO REMEMBER WHAT EVERYONE ELSE DOES IS ON THEM, YOUR NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR OTHERS ACTIONS. ITS HARD TO GET AROUND THAT BUT ITS TRUE. THIS WAS AN EXCEPTIONAL POEM. -
i thought this was great
wow, a mental home? ive been there a couple times already.... it's really fun.. well, ttyl! keep uup the great writing
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