My Demise Poem by Andrew Olson

How can a little boy dream if hes all alone
How can he ever get the chance to even try on his own
If he receives no hope and its like nobody believes
In any one his of goals or any one of his dreams
And he's scared to even try cause of what hes been through
His mother says hes no good and that in her eyes hes through
Man, if only she knew how much this kills him inside
To have his mom even say that hes a waste of her time
Dam, Just the thought of it make his eyes tear
Makes him think everything would be better without myself here
So now hes crying tonight wishing to god he were dead
Wishing take me now please i know you heard what she said
Like how I'm no good, I'm starting think shes right
So please god wont you please take my life this night
For you've seen me stand tall and you've seen my rise
But now my life about to fall so let me meet my demise...