You chose to do drugs
You chose to have a buzz
You chose to get kicked out of school
You chose to break all the rules
You chose to be a fool
You chose to act like your cool
You chose to be tough
You chose to do too much
You chose to smoke and stuff
You chose to break in
You chose to hit that girls chin
You chose to steal from that house
You chose to get kicked out
You chose to go to jail
You chose to still get high
You chose to drink at night
You chose to push me away
You chose to be a stray
You chose to run away
You chose to shoot a gun
You chose to get shot yourself
After all the choices you make you now ask for help, when you got killed
just remember it was because of your own will
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem