18
18 years went by.
Some the worst of his life..
Many years he suffered from beatings and heartbreaks.
He'd been through trials and tribulations time and time again
For so long he was just a lost boy, who thought him in the world was the biggest sin.
18 years is not long enough to live such a pitiful life.
On his few last days he looked back,
he thought of how little love he got to share.
He laid there suffering from a horrible beating.
He wanted it to be over and ended.
He started to shake as he grasped the gun.
Then he whispered "Oh God what have i done.
He was a unwanted child whom nobody loved.
He held the gun as he thought of the girl he loved.
"Just if you would have seen me underneath the scars.
maybe i would have tried picking up my heart."
He took one last breath as he thought of her,
then he pulled the trigger.
The shot was heard by the next door neighbors.
They called the cops, and later found,
the young man of 18 with such a sad frown....
Copyright © Elizabeth Lindsey | Year Posted 2009
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