Monday, January 24, 2011

poem with specific rhyme scheme

I was a good kid
In my eyes, but all day I hid
from all  the bullies
they wanted my money
and thought that they were funny 
Not 'til I  brought my knife to school
Now I was cool

My friends were scared of me 
I started cuttin'
My grades were droppin'
My cloths were poppin'

Bu one day
I used my knife  
ruined my life

Went to jail
Became pale
Parents found out
kicked me out
My life sucked
I got *ucked
Couldn't turn my life back around
'til I got found
DEAD

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