They kill
because they think its funny
the scars are unseen
but the bloods still running
open wounds
left untreated
all alone
you feel unneeded
they need a friend
like you or I
a hand to hold
a sholder for when they cry
we knock them down
kick dirt in there face
say cruel words
what a discrace
they lay on the ground
all dirty and muddy
tears on their face
their nose is all runny
the thoughts in there head
they want nothing more
then just one friend
a hand reaches out
but can it be?
a helping hand
extended for me?
you rise all shy
with tears in your eyes
all you want to know is
why
why now
why here
why you
you share a good laugh
and some kindhearted smiles
a whole side of you
you havent seen in a while
and took think that night
you might have taken your life
by a shot in the head
but after all the pain in the world
all it took was a friend
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Overthinker: Spoken word
PoetryAn collection of original spoken word poetry written by me. I hope you enjoy it i write them all on the spot. Thank you to those who read them. Tell me what you think I'd love to hear your feedback.
