this poem is a true story about a friend of mine.
In memory of Robert Bensford 1986-2001! I miss you Bubba!
he was only thirteen
his mom an alcoholic
and his dad a drug feind
he went straight to his room
every day after school
found his daddys gun
his friends, they thought it was cool
his dad got messed up
coming home one late night
he got tired of the screaming
he didnt hear their whole fight
he put the gun to his head
as he pulled the trigger
his parents thought he was dead
so the yelling got louder
poor little bobby
he just closed his eyes
there goes bobbys
first attempt at suicide
Another year later
Bobby was sitting alone
He was all by himself
No one else was home
He walked into his room
And laid on his bed
Listened to thw sceaming
And the thoughts in his head
He picked up the knife
And slowly breathed in
He put the blade to his wrist
He was soon to begin
Later that night
Bobby woke up crying
Blood on his shirt
Bobby was dieing
He looked up to the ceiling
As he shouted in fear
God please take me
Get me out of here
Bobby couldnt take it
He wanted to die
But that was only Bobby's
Second attempt at suicide!!
Bobby sat and listened
To the words in his head
They screamed but he listened
While he wished he was dead
Now Bobby's done tried this
2 times because their fights
The first time a gun
The second a knife
This time Bobby
Couldn't take it anymore
So he grabbed a bottle
And walked out the door
He took the pills
One by one
Sat out by the pool
Till the bottle was gone
Once again Bobby
Just looked up at the sky
Then fell in the pool
Screaming please let me die
Soon Bobby couldnt move
He couldnt breathe or see
Bobby just smiled
This was how it had to be
I walked out to his pool
With a smile i started to cry
Bobby didnt just attempt
He commited suicide!!!!
Poetry by kitty
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Written on 2006-08-10 at 00:07
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In memory of Robert Bensford 1986-2001! I miss you Bubba!
Bobby, Bobby II, AND Bobbys Last Breath
poor little bobbyhe was only thirteen
his mom an alcoholic
and his dad a drug feind
he went straight to his room
every day after school
found his daddys gun
his friends, they thought it was cool
his dad got messed up
coming home one late night
he got tired of the screaming
he didnt hear their whole fight
he put the gun to his head
as he pulled the trigger
his parents thought he was dead
so the yelling got louder
poor little bobby
he just closed his eyes
there goes bobbys
first attempt at suicide
Another year later
Bobby was sitting alone
He was all by himself
No one else was home
He walked into his room
And laid on his bed
Listened to thw sceaming
And the thoughts in his head
He picked up the knife
And slowly breathed in
He put the blade to his wrist
He was soon to begin
Later that night
Bobby woke up crying
Blood on his shirt
Bobby was dieing
He looked up to the ceiling
As he shouted in fear
God please take me
Get me out of here
Bobby couldnt take it
He wanted to die
But that was only Bobby's
Second attempt at suicide!!
Bobby sat and listened
To the words in his head
They screamed but he listened
While he wished he was dead
Now Bobby's done tried this
2 times because their fights
The first time a gun
The second a knife
This time Bobby
Couldn't take it anymore
So he grabbed a bottle
And walked out the door
He took the pills
One by one
Sat out by the pool
Till the bottle was gone
Once again Bobby
Just looked up at the sky
Then fell in the pool
Screaming please let me die
Soon Bobby couldnt move
He couldnt breathe or see
Bobby just smiled
This was how it had to be
I walked out to his pool
With a smile i started to cry
Bobby didnt just attempt
He commited suicide!!!!
Poetry by kitty
Read 388 times
Written on 2006-08-10 at 00:07
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