The boy who knew everything even fame,
He tryed to inderstand pain,
He never thought he would be the one to blame.
White coated mask,
Dwelling on the past.
Taking lifes,
He even did it whit a knife.
Dripping sorrows,
Looking forward to his tomorrows.
Blood stained shirt,
Hoping he dosen't blurt.
The cop grabs,
The boy stabs.
More trouble,
Only double.
Voices gangs,
As he complains,
-Run-Run-drip drip
Hurting inside,
With nowere to hide.
He done crime,
He refuses to do time.
Finds away to stay...
He stabs himself hard,
With dying words he falls on his friend Mark.
Flashes of light,
Gone into the night.
A contest entry
- Sometimes its not because of you by tarcus.
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interesting, different, and that is good
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