On August 12th, 1997 at 7:23 p.m.
An innocent child born.
On August 12th, 2015 at 7:24 p.m.
An innocent child was taken.
Its ironic cause she tried,
She tried so hard to fight.
Since she couldn't fight anymore,
She gave up and lost the war.
She fought bravely for 18 years,
She fought bravely through her tears.
She fought so hard she gave up,
She didn't think she was strong enough.
On this day,
Wednesday, August 12th, 2015
We mourn the loss,
Of her being eighteen.
------------------
A/N....
So this is kinda a reference to me... I thought how ironic would it be that someone died a minute after they were born... that society killed them that rhey couldn't even live in this society for a minute let alone 18 years... yesterday was my birthday and yea... this is how I felt... I wanted it to be over... I want it to be over... im tired of this society I'm tired of a lot of crap... but im still here.... so If I can make it you can too! #throughthelight also If you want drop some comments.... I really qant your opinions on rhis poem... Thanks guys! Thanks for reading!!!!
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryThe first poem i wrote for creative writing. The rest is my life and what I feel or what I think, so please don't judge. Thanks!
