Choices.. Poem by Brianna Townsend

He's standing on the ledge all alone,
Waiting for someone to come and take him home.
He wants to know if anyones there,
needs to know if someone cares.

She's with that boy she thinks she knows,
He wants to move faster, she wants to take it slow.
She tells him no, and tries to get free,
He whispers in her ear, you better not tell anyone about me.

He watches the days go by,
Spending everyday getting high.
He won't listen to anything anyone has to say,
Just wants to live his life his own way.

She's at a party it's getting pretty wild,
She decides to drive home, she wrecks her condition is mild.
But, laying next to her in a bed,
is her best friend in the whole wide world dead.

These are things that happen everyday,
Some people don't care and just turn away.
The things we don't like to see,
These are people like you and me.