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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required On that day we stood there, at the front We said our goodbyes Eight years down the line Our lives stuck in that trance I look at my life and laugh I have strangers for parents I don't remember the last time I showered I don't remember the last time I woke up to something I just trance through life I can't get high no more My new parents wouldn't allow it I'd hate to disappoint them I mean my original parents quit for life Life gave me a second short at being a daughter Would't want to mess that up So i swallow my pain, tears and darkness The ball cuts my throat and abdomen But I still manage to draw that smile and say 'am okay" I am dying my people My heart is drowning in a pool of its own blood And the things is, no one sees it Not even God I'll tell of the second of us He is a bright mind But the death of our pillars Left a huge gap He could no longer afford school So he joined the hustle He hustles alright But every weekend he travels to oblivion With a bottle and a joint He nurses his pain and loss far away He tattoos his body with joint burns He is dying this one He is drifting away He thinks it his fault So he drowns The last of us is soft spoken But burns with rage on the inside which left him with a scared stomach I look at him, his life and I want to heal his wounds He did not qualify for higher education His life had taken too many hits by the time, Biology just didn't make sense And now he is homeless Hopeless and his health is shaky He fights within He is heavy with sleep He cries in the night as the kins and schools shut their doors at his face So much pain for him So much pain for all of us Who will help us? They say three is a crowd Who will save this crowd from the jaws of death? Who will save us from cruelty and lack and depression If you'd ask me, Quitting is calling Who will save them?
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