I write for the broken souls
Sprawled out on restroom floors
They are in the bars
The live there life there
Because it is easier to worry about the next drink
Then it is to think about the brink
These people could tell you where the sky bends
There minds are different from ours
The shape the world with there imagination
Sometimes its there worst enemy
But it is all they have
We might think it is sad
But it is life its how things work
Should they be alone?
He was a boy crafted from a different tree
It was a broken branch
He was adopted
Not because his parents wanted to let him go
He was 5 when he became two parts horror
His parents lost in a car accident
Where he was fortunate enough to live
Sometimes he wishes he hadn’t
Started therapy in grade seven
On so many pills was he ever really there
Finally snapped when a kid who could still go home to mom and dad
Had the idiocy to tell him
"Get over it"
Like this is something he could stop thinking about
The worst thing is he sits in Juvi
Trapped with his thoughts of what has happened
His mind damaged from everything he has gone through
Alone in all senses
Well the other boy sits at home with his mom and dad
Only having stitches in his head
And a brace on his arm
Who would you rather be?
Who should be alone?
this is really good !
ReplyDeleteumm, the only thing I'd have to say is a couple times you mixed up your "their" and "there" s, for example in the quotes "There minds are different than ours." , the one you used in that is for like a place, the one that should be used is "THEIR minds are different than ours", this happens again in another sentence "The shape the world with there imagination, sometimes its there worst enemy." shouldn't it be "THEY shape the world with THEIR imagination, sometimes IT'S THEIR own worst enemy."
these are just suggestions, unless you did this on purpose then disregard what I've previously said, but like I said in the beginning, this was really good !