I am.......
I am broken
For many of my years there were many tears
tears of great fear tears caused by my peers
I saw an ending near
I grabbed the gun with no fear
Life's supposed to be fun
I was done
my life flashed by
then I heard a voice
"Put the gun down and run"
now im that voice
saying you have a choice
no need to fear
Happiness is near
All the tears caused by all your peers
The years and years of all your tears
this poem shall steer to the help that is near
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