Stop Before It's To Late Poem by cris son.

My life's full of sorrow
With pain and hurt, from a screaming child
Who can't find her way in this world
Who hides behind her mask
She hides her soul, afraid of what people might see
She cries herself to sleep at night
Trying to find her way outta this crime
A crime she tried so hard to hide
She does bad at school
Trying to get there attention
But nobody would listen
When Monday comes it'll be to late
A little angel has been taking away
Leaving behind the pain and hurt
Her father once left on her tiny body
She begged daddy please no more
But he wouldn't listen
his hand came down once again
Making her scream of pain and hurt
No hope or faith, she cries alone
Waiting for her angel to come down below





By: cris son
Age: 15