After my death
I hope all will see...
This poem is dedicated to a mother who her 6 month...
for those who wish to know her words, read the...
As her mother screamed and cried,
Her sick little child just sighed...
Burned card box does not unfold
Even if you say that your love will...
Dear Mommy,
A boy brought a gun to school...
Im dead.
But i have no grave...
A chill down her spine
The wind on her hair...
I can hear it coming.
Its coming to get me...
I shouted out his name, and got no reply,
I knocked on his door, and still no reply...
My final moment has come.
I will never again take a breathe...
It's fear, And I understand you my dear
Doctors say you have cancer...
With this knife,
i ask of thee...