Sad Truth Poem by nayeli contreras

Because of a dude stuck on meth,
He went trough life followed by death,
Rumor says he grew up too fast,
Since he was little his innocince didnt last,
Abusive father made him grow up strong,
He was determined to show everybody who doubted him wrong,
Lonley, Beaten broken and briusied living the consiquiences of a childhood of being abuised,
Bleeding on the bathroom floor from the wounds that he provoked,
His clothes in blood he was soaked,
Cutting his wrists trying to find some relif,
Tying to find an end to his grief,
Knowing where the path he was on would lead,
yet he couldnt resist the tempation of weed,
Unemotionlly killing his blood running cold,
Nothing to do f** pain getting old,
When he got home all his dad did was yell,
He slowly awaited his journey to hell,
Day by day living in pain,
When he realized it was all in vain,
So he grabbed the gun and aimed it to his head,
An said f*** life I rather be dead,
Death got what it wanted as the trigger was realeased,
The soul of a young man who wronged was siezed.