The Suicidal Little Boy Poem by Derrick Clark

What kind of planet, we living on?
My parent's is so diabolical.
Using mental and physical abuse tactics.

Why me, I didn't do anything wrong.
Screaming and shouting at me; even, some physical torture.
I can't take, anymore of this improper treatment, anymore.

As I ran-way from the house, And I kept running.
To, I got neared the free-way bridge.

I said, God! 'Take me to another place, tire of living on this wicked planet.'

The next thing, I went on and jump.