Too Young

Too Young

 

You were too young to die the way you did

Shot to death in the parking lot

You were too young to die for some girl

Without a friend in this world

How I wish you weren’t alone that night

I can’t even imagine the fright

How does it feel to lie there

on the cold, hard pavement

and know that you’re never going

to see your family again?

Or is it like that at all?

Did you lie there knowing you were

going to die?

Or did you believe right up until the end

that you’d be all right?

Did you look around and wish

that someone was there?

Or did you even notice?

You were too young to die

and I don’t know why.

 

 

 

 

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Reviews

[SpeedyHobbit Armstrong]

This is extremely sad and I really hope it's not based off real events ]= I was drawn right in because it's nearing the birthday of a good friend of mine from high school who, like the subject of the poem, left the world much too soon

[Faith Kinnison]

Unfortunately, it is based off true events, but it has been quite a while now. Thank you very much for the review.