Choice

Thu, 10/24/2013 - 15:38 -- kbooth

Things going through my head

gasping for air. 

Chills running all over my body 

thinking why me

Its my choice

Should of listen but i didnt

Should of cared but i didnt 

Laying there looking at  a white coat , blue fit

Mama crying asking the lord why 

Upcoming senior ,  future nurse yeah that was me 

Giving up on life that was my choice

going through a lot  then my friend got shot 

No one to talk to , No one to care for me 

Know  Im looking up to the big man Above

He looks down on me and says 

It was your choice

 

 

 

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