Two quiet screams of death,
Rattle through the night,
Two similar different boys,
Died in each other's sight,
Tears streamed down their cheeks,
Tears of blood and pain,
They both went through life,
Always taking then strain,
They were two flowers in a pot of dirt,
Fighting for the light,
Barging each other out the way,
They always did fight,
They both had nowhere to go,
Their families said they were obstructions,
They were both on tip toes over the edge,
Of their own destruction,
Opposites in a similar way,
Both lived with abuse and neglect,
But one with a mansion,
So the other had a shed in effect,
So angry at each other,
They wanted each other's lives,
So they came to the bridge,
Each holding knives,
Now this is the end,
This is how abuse divides,
It doesn't make murderers,
It creates suicide.
Author notes
I haven't a clue why i wrote this. It only links in with me about the abuse thing but the rest just appeared lol.
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Comments
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wow i loved it sooo much..it was so..put together..i could picture the whole scenery in my head. it was amazing!
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I love it. It is such a different perspective on how abuse effects even the richest of people. So interesting to read, very enjoyable yet upsetting at the same time.
you are a talented writer. keep it up.
All the best
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Itss really good.. It kept me interested..with every word i wanted to read more. Really really solid. Great write. keep it up
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