all I see
I Open my eyes and all I see,
Is the death and tragedy in front of me.
I see a million faces
So many differences yet still so much the same.
To some, life is nothing but a game.
To others it’s as serious as can be.
Like the death and tragedy in front of me.
I see a million faces
All staring back
But seeing nothing but jet black
All looking for answers
But finding none
Some only finding the barrel of a gun.
I open my eyes and all I see
Is me.
With nothing to do, no one to see,
And no one to hold my hand and tell me it’s ok.
No one to help me live another day.
I open my eyes and all I see
Is nothing
My eyes aren’t open
I see darkness
Then the light
Them I realize I could be happy and peaceful here.
I just might
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