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There he goes walking down that broken road
With every breath he breathes he wishes he could die
Another wasted day in his mind
To him he feels like another wasted soul
Looks at his scars and wonders why
Why didn't he die like he hoped he would have
He cut right into the bone
Where a huge scar is there
And that scar tells a story but he covers it up
Because he knows that no one else will ever understand
One last time he takes the knife out and cuts where blood is running all over the place
He takes out a picture of his family and thinks of how all the tragic they have cost him throughout the years
He cries out into the heavens and asks God why
Why was he born into a home where his parents would be so drugged up where they beat him until he was black and blue
Then he takes out a gun and says goodbye to the world
Goodbye to all the tragedy
He takes the gun to his chest
Pulls the trigger then he's on the ground where he's dead
August 30,2008
ESPN CHICK
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