You want to be five,
you want to cover your ears to block out the screaming,
you want him to care again.
The locket clangs as it falls to the floor,
the door bangs as you run out,
the gun clicks as you pull the trigger.
A gapping hole forms in your loved ones hearts,
a new girl lies in his arms,
a young life lost,
because he doesn't care.
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I HATE HIM FOR NOT CARING CAUSING BLOODSHED AND HATRED TO PERSONS AROUND HIM GOOD POEM YOU HAVE HERE