When I Die Poem by Jessica lee Workman
When I Die
when I die I wanna go to way under
cuz I’m a piece of work it aint hard to tell I don’t make since going to heaven
with goody goodies dressed in white I like black hoodies god would
probably have me on the bad list anyways don’t no way because
all I try to do is help and give and love but I fail all the time
Jessica Lee Workman
Girl don't give up you are talented and let your feelings and emotions come out on paper from your lips to your fingertips. You are still very young i've got 15 yr old twins...a boy & a girl so I understand how life must be like sometimes. I'm only 35 so I do remember what it's like in those teenage years....stay true to yourself and God is with you sweetheart! !
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4/23/2024 12:37:39 PM # 1.0.0.1119
What a great reflection, Jessie. Trying to help and do good, but fail is still great, Jessie. There is nothing wrong with that. Keep it up. Do never give up your ideals of doing good and helping others, no matter how many adults say it is naieve. Trying to change the world for the better is not naieve. It is among the most satisfaying things to do. Even if we may never be able to change the whole world as an individual, we can inspire in a year enough people to start a chain reaction of goodness. Every chain of goodness started may end somewhere but some will definitely last forever...