POEM BY SUISUKE:

RIGHT NOW IM IN DRIVERS ED AND TODAY THE TEACHER HAD FOUR PICS ON THE TV. THE 1ST ONE WAS OF A TEENAGE BOY ON A RESPIRATER(CANT SPELL IT) CAUSE HE COULD NOT BREATHE ON HIS OWN. THE 2ND WAS OF AN EMPTY JAIL CELL, THE 3RD WAS OF A FUNERAL WITH MANY TEENAGERS GATHERD, AND THE LAST ONE WAS A SMALL CHILD PROBABLY 3 OR 4 CRYING. THE TEACHER TOLD US TO WRITE A STORY... I WROTE A POEM... THIS IS WHAT I WROTE:

Hate me and beat me physically instead

Of the emotional abuse you put in my head

Were the words he put down on the paper

That he thought he’d give to them later

Put down the pen and picked up the beer off the table

Leaning against the wall to keep himself stable

He went and hopped into the car

Because he didn’t have to go far.

In and empty jail cell there is a bed

Where someone will lay down their head

All these things that could have been stopped

Now for them many tears have been dropped

A young boy lays hooked to machines

Never to fulfill his hopes and dreams

While his best friend is laid in the ground

As their classmates smiles become a frown.

Alcohol and hallucinogens were the game

Now they hang their head in shame

A small child cries for the loss of her father

While a mother mourns the death of her daughter

Two parents wait for the outcome of their son

As everyone wonders why this was done.