Do you see what I see?
I see a girl lying in an alley
Cool blood all over her shirt
Hoping death will come upon her
So there won't be anymore pain
Dark tears run down her face
Dripping, dripping
Slowly washing away her shame
Do you see what I see?
I see a boy in the wrong crowd
Being threatened and pushed to the ground
He doesn't have enough money for his new addiction
Belives that love, family and life is nothing but fiction
Sticky blood runs down his face
Dripping, dripping
Slowly coloring him red
Do you see what I see?
I see a girl running away from home
Thinking that a different place is a different life
She gave her heart away so many times
That this time, it's permanent
One train ticket, two passengers in one
Rain is falling softly outside
Dripping, dripping
Opening a portal to a new place
Do you see what I see?
I see a boy with scars seen and unseen
He's been through hell and high water
He just wanted to impress his father
And make him proud
But instead he was put down
Black blood trickles from his wrists
Dripping, dripping
He wonders as he lays there, if he will be missed
I see a generation in trouble
And it's lying in shambles
Their lives are dangling on a thread
They think that they don't matter
And they're better off dead
I see hope in their future
If they follow their dreams and their wishes
They need to follow that light before it extinguishes
I hear a voice that lies dormant
That is waiting to be heard
Not cast away and thrown in the dirt
They have a story to tell
A song to sing
It needs support and encouragement in order to take wing
Don't put it down
Don't let it die
I see a purpose generation that is crying out for help and guidance.
What do you see?
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To put it in simplest form, i told you your writing is far too incredible =]
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-Dango
Beautiful and deep. A lot of teenagers these days feel that way, that they need to die, and also having a hard life. It's sad, and they need to be told/shown just how important they are, and how great their dreams can be.
simply incredible piece of writing. no words can describe it. its breat taking. some can connect to the pain they feel and sadness they draw in from society making them feel bad stuggling to get through.
woah. powerful. i had to read it twice. XD i like your style of writing. its very moving. very enjoyable, and i mean very. it was so sad too =(
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