7th grade,
Walking in the back door,
The cops holding his arms,
As blood dropped on the floor,
Then the ambulances left,
The cops did too,
He thought to himself, what do I do?
He was now all alone,
In a broken home,
So, he went to his brothers' room,
Scared of what he'd find,
An inevitable doom,
He founds razors and pills,
Just a young innocent kid,
Scarred by the things,
That others did.
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