Because of a dude stuck on meth, <br />He went trough life followed by death, <br />Rumor says he grew up too fast, <br />Since he was little his innocince didnt last, <br />Abusive father made him grow up strong, <br />He was determined to show everybody who doubted him wrong, <br />Lonley, Beaten broken and briusied living the consiquiences of a childhood of being abuised, <br />Bleeding on the bathroom floor from the wounds that he provoked, <br />His clothes in blood he was soaked, <br />Cutting his wrists trying to find some relif, <br />Tying to find an end to his grief, <br />Knowing where the path he was on would lead, <br />yet he couldnt resist the tempation of weed, <br />Unemotionlly killing his blood running cold, <br />Nothing to do f** pain getting old, <br />When he got home all his dad did was yell, <br />He slowly awaited his journey to hell, <br />Day by day living in pain, <br />When he realized it was all in vain, <br />So he grabbed the gun and aimed it to his head, <br />An said f*** life I rather be dead, <br />Death got what it wanted as the trigger was realeased, <br />The soul of a young man who wronged was siezed.<br /><br />nayeli contreras<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sad-truth-2/
