I walk home from school to see you getting beat up again.
I walk right past, not even looking back.
I know you will lose, but i don't care anymore.
The next day I see you in school, and you stop me in the hall.
You ask why I didn't stop to help you.
I just say it was not my problem.
On the way home from school I see the same thing as the day before.
The next day at school, I hear that you will not be returning.
In the middle of class i get called down to the office.
I was told when you killed yourself that you made me a note.
' you could have saved me if you haved stoped.' was all that it had said.
it's a good poem but you have to remember that poems are connotative to denotative....that's what sir ronald peat wrote in his essays.they're posted here on poemhunter.com you can check them for more information...otherwise your poem is good....just don't stop writing.
Awww. sad poem..I hope this is not a true story... I will walk with my pencil in case I need to fight....I dont want anyone to kill themselves
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
<3 it! !