Dying

painpainpain
I am afraid
lying in a pool of blood
(God, dear God)
Walking home
(too young to die)
shot down
(only seventeen)
dying on the street alone
(graduate in spring)
God, why?
You, you couldn't
(never been in love)
even look at me
(never done so much)
meet my eye.
If you did,
(oh God, dear God, the pain!)
you would see my hurt and hate
and fear, the fear, the fear.
World goes dark and blank and cold
Mama, mama, I'm scared
Where are the stars?
Come hold my hand
God, please, mama
(PAIN!)
Where are you!?

Darkness

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