I wrote a poem when I was little and gave it to my teacher
the teacher gave me an A but my parents never hung it up
because they said they just painted the fridge
I wrote a poem about fall, cause that's what its all about
a little boy was playing basketball on the side of the road
he was smiling and laughing
my teacher gave me an A but my parent's never hung it up
they said the fridge was too full
I wrote a poem about spring, cause that's what it's all about
the little boy tore out my heart and left it broken
my teacher failed me and my parents didn't do anything
I wrote a poem about being empty, cause that's what it all about
my teacher failed me and my parent's never hung it up
they said they didn't want to have anything to do with me
The little boy grew up to do drugs
he sat on the side of the road with his head bent down
and my parent's up and left me
I wrote a poem about feeling broken
no one was there to wipe my tears
no one was there to hang up my poem
and no one was there to fail me
At the age of sixteen
I wrote a poem about ending my life, cause that's what it's all about
I looked at the blank fridge and then my peom
I slit my wrists deep and went across the floor to the fridge
but I never made it and fell...
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