The Love - Poem by kayla tiencken
The drain is a deadly thing.Something that happened so fast.Someone we truly love got knocked up side his head.Why did they do this? He did no harm
Some boy that did not deserve this was put into a unconsious state of mind.Why did they do this? Did they want him to die? Did they like to see him suffer or was it because they like seeing all the pain.
The ambulance was called but no one knew if he was dead or alive.With a puddle of blood around him was he alright?
Day and day we sit and cry hoping he'll be alright.With seven staples in his head is he really going to be okay?
Even with seven staples in his head we know what should matter to him he has family and friends that trully love him.
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