Suicide Friend

A poem I wrote in 6th grade about an unfortunate guy and his sad life true story.

Suicide Friend

as the darkness draws near
the guy surrenders to his fear

his parents are arguing
his friends are arguing
seems like everyone is always arguing

his girl friend is no more
because of drugs he’s out the door

out in the cold
out in the snow
now he has no place to go

walking down the street
his cold bare feet
a new stranger comes to greet

the man gives him a bag
and starts to gag

when the police arrive at the seen
he says, “look its not what it seems”

the police see the bag and look inside
and found what the man was trying to hide

it was a needle that was filled with heroin
the police found the man’s name was Jordan Crow
then they turned to the other man and said “it’s time to go”

on the way to the jail
he herd the sirens as they wail

he thought of a way to the end
but he would need to make a friend

then a man got killed
the police men came and they thrilled

they took him to the chair
then he began to stare

as the clock went its last tickity-tock
the mans face was like a rock