Knife of Despair
Sad, mad, bad, glad.
Detangle each aspect of my life,
Before I'm hit with the blade of a knife,
I need to cry,
But how come, why?
I don't undrestand,
Where is your guiding hand?
I just live my life,
Avoiding that knife,
That will kill me,
It's despair, you see.
Why do people die young?
When their life's just begun?
Why are they stolen,
And the old people hold on?
Tell me, now,
Before I go "ow!"
As I am hit,
By the knife of despair,
I cling to life,
But because of that knife,
The knife of despair,
I run out of air,
And die.


~I wrote this one when this kid in year 5 died for no reason atb all. He just wouldn't wake up one morning.