To young

Gary Wells

28 Sep, 2012 03:40 PM 
Sitting on the cold sand 
I ask my brother what am I doing here, 
the reply was not what I expected.
You have lived your life now I'ts time to die. 
Coming to relize what was said 
I thought of what had been
the life of a misguided child,at 6 years of age
I did not expect to be in such a place as this
was my mind in a world of it's own or 
did I only have these short past years to live?
Did I do nothing but try to be happy 
is there someone I offended?
there should be more time to ask such questions,
this is my end.
Tags: Death, Murder
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