Sad Soul

• Rafka Eid, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2007

Bang the sound of a gun
Shot straight towards the sun
Straight through my heart
You tore my life apart
Now that you are gone
I'm just like a little thorn
On one of those millions of roses
It hurts so bad to feel unwanted
I'm always feeling taunted
I finally die, I'm off to heaven I say
Good-bye now see you later