To Buzy For Me
 

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This Boys Is Lonely In His Home, So He Goes To Talk To His Pops
His Dad Says No Im Buzy Planing On How To Avoid The Cops.
He Looks To His Moms, But Remembers She's Never Their,
So He Goes To His Room Crying About How Nobody Cares
He Crys And Crys Until He Can Cry No More
So Decides He Done Crying For The Rest Of His Life And Walks Out The Door
Now He Thinks He Ready And He Thinks He's Big
He Shut Out His Outter Shell And The Part OF Him Being A Kid.
He Goes Out And Picked Up A Gun
He Says If My Pops Had One, It Must Be Fun.
He Cocks The Trigger, But Drops The Gun
And He Shot Himself, Just Cause He Wanted To Have Fun
He's Bleeding TO Death And No One Came To His Aid.
He Knows He Wrong And THe Cost Was Higher Than What He Paid.
His Pops Got Aressted For Have Crack,
No Everyone In His Family Wish They Could Take It All Bacc
Their IS No Light So Mabye Its All A Dream
But He Really Dead Buried In His Own Blood It Seems.

wow, great job on this poem man, your words are very descriptive and you tell the story well, you capture the emotions of the "boy", if not yourself you are talking about, keep writing man...1