SUICIDE
What my fate turned out to be
Every time I step out,
I see something that doesn't belong here.
Something that was not to born here.
And that is when I recognize,
It is my own reflection.
Like an angel my mother brought me up,
But in return I could give was a devil.
Life never was vivid for me.
Every time I listen to the screams,
I even think I was to be killed.
Living like a dead body
Be nothing but my fate
Of all the beauty I have seen it was my
Mom’s eyes I fascinated,
She turned mad when she knew
Her only angel was not up to good
She ran over proving
That rumor was rumor
And for me to do was
To leave forever.
I was thrown by many, beaten by other.
Some took me for pleasure
while other to finish their anger.
Whatever it was I was skin and bone
Not knowing what to do
I walk around
Crying for what I lost
But the most
Was my mother....
At last I knew what to do
I found it near the river.
And that was what I did
Suicide...
