Most of the kids I grew up with are dead now <br />Seemingly hopeless they aren’t here now <br />Thinking that life had deserted them <br />They looked for an early exit <br /> <br />Kieran loved to bully, fight and hurt <br />Just like the way his father treated him <br />The violence he lived with every day <br />Finally beat him with a sharp knife in a dark alley <br /> <br />Kelly was a slut, well that’s what everyone said <br />But her quest for love and affection began as soon <br />As she was raped at the age of twelve by her uncle <br />Still looking for that lost trust, she died of Aids <br /> <br />Ken was a loner, just because he was different <br />Born with a stutter that scarred his life <br />He sought to find solitude wherever he could <br />The needle he found gave him that isolation for all time <br /> <br />Kim was a genius born with a high IQ <br />Pushed by her parents further than she wanted to go <br />Her mind left the rails and went awol <br />She left us one day and we miss her a lot <br /> <br />Kevin was my best friend and he loved life <br />But that fun outer wrapper hid his real self <br />So insecure in reality he always needed a boost <br />The bottle, his friend, caused the tragic accident <br /> <br />We are all human and we all want to survive <br />But some of us are not as strong as others <br />Next time you pass one of those weaker than us <br />Spare a thought for Ken, Kieran, Kelly, Kevin and Kim<br /><br />SPC Kellaway<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-in-myspace/
