I was five.
By Zack
What's the point in trying?
Everyone else is dying....
Before I leave and go,
just know....
This life I lived was the worst,
everyday I was ready to burst.
But know I'm free,
don't look in the firey pits of hell.
Instead, remember me waiting at the bottom of the stair well.
I was five, but you could barly tell.
Don't look up.
'Cause I spread my wings and flew.
Who knew?
Author Notes: please give me advise, I don't think I'm good at poems...
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