Young Tragedy

A young boy on his own Thought he had no control Felt like he was spiraling down Falling, rocketing toward the ground He had no one to listen, no one to care No one to notice if he wasn't there He needed release, a place to run He found some guys who promised some fun He started hanging with thugs Joined their fights, did their drugs He thought he found a place he belonged But then everything started going wrong Gunshots and blood filled the night He got shot fighting someone elses fight The young boy is now dead His body lifeless, clothes stained red His life was a tragedy, so unfair If only someone had shown kindness His life might have been spared