Suffer
I suffer,can't breath
I repeat
But can't scream.
Smoke.
Surrounding me.
The burning of skin smells the room.
I'm 17.
It's too soon.
Why was it me?
I'm stuck.
I can't break free.
Sirens ring.
They are coming after me.
I found my escape.
Now to make my run.
They are scraping my tail.
Their's no way I'd get away.
I killed Four innocent.
However I don't remember what for.
I suffer
I can't stand
I'm down on my knees.
I'm 17
It's way to soon.
Why was it me?
Poetry by Andrew A. L
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Written on 2012-09-15 at 01:02
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