
YENG TIEN ♥
eighteen
title: ...A Prayer of a Dying Child... I woke up one morning and I was 17, I knew the day had come The day I prove to everyone how cool I was The day I accepted death as my destiny Little did I know I would regret that day And my family who kept me alive for 17 years Would be cursed by me for years of never ending pain Without thinking I lit the cigarette I knew it had to be done before the day was over I coughed a little but I was fine Now as I lay in bed coughing and choking My family is beside me My parents and my sister I whisper in my sister's ear "Please don't do what I did" She just nodded her head in silence Now as my angel holds me in his arms I know it's time for me to go I close my eyes and kiss him one last time It's funny how we resent those who try to help us when we're alive And how we beg them to save us when we're about to die All this because of one silly cigarette All this because someone was dumb enought to say that Smoking is cool ...SmokIng is never COOL... |
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