DIED

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  • is thinkin bout my love danielle wilson

DIED

For twenty one years.
He lost too many tears.
Caused by all his fears.
That struck him in his mind and heart like spears.
He was hurt but never let it appear.
Now he's gone and everyone cheers.

In his mind had a overpowering demon,
 In his mind he was traped wasn't a freeman.
He was left alone by himself,
But felt worst than how you feel when you're by yourself.
He thought he would always live in a lonely way.
And always thought that was the only way.

Always wanted to die.
Or at least hide.
But he was always for show outside.
There was no one beside him.
And he had no heart inside him.
And if he had someone he was pushed aside.
Sometimes he was even denied.
And from that person he had to be divided.
At the end he didn't fight the choice was already decided.
Found out that happiness he couldn't provide.
So he grew cold and developed a pride.

But now he's gone.
Died before today's dawn.
All his strength is now withdrawn.
And his heart is there but its not really on.
He was a great, strong, powerful guy.
But at nights he would lay and just cry.
He just thought why would someone lie.
But never found the reason why.
So he came to the point where everything he would deny.
And he would not be okay everything he would defy.

He's gone he wont be missed.
He tried to fight back and resist.
So he didn't end happy he left pissed.
Now everyone is happy now that he doesn't exist.
It was too late for him to try to change.
He tried too hard and ended up giving his live in exchange.

  -J.A.G.

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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