cod6's Journal

wow...its been awhile since i did this thing... but im deceiding to do a poem instead of a regular journal entry. this is for all the teenagers out there that sadly took their life all because they thought that they were never loved, and always pushed around, just because of who they are.

-Those We Lost-

The Morning starts with a chill.

 We look around at the blood thats been spilled.

We wonder why this happened.

Some are heart-broken, most are saddened.

Are friends are gone.

The wipperwill sings it's lonely song.

We learned they did it to get away.

Always having to live in fear.

Being called a fag, dike, or queer.

They never meant to hurt us when they left.

Seeing no hope, only meant death.

The wipperwill sings it's lonely song.

We learned that life treated them wrong.

Yet we never gave them help, to make them strong.

Now their gone and nothing can be done.

Are friends are gone.

Now the wipperwill is dead.

Who will stand to take his place?

To sing his lonely tune.

the main thing about it, was that the past is the past. never forget those we lost. but stand up and help those in need now.