April 6, 2011
By Jazzyp BRONZE, Davenport, Florida
Jazzyp BRONZE, Davenport, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
"The beauty in friendship is that we can all get along with people who are different"--Jazzyp :)

When will this war end?
And when can i go home?
When can i sleep
and finally be left alone?

I'm tired of being the hero
I'm exhausted from all my falls
took too many blows to the head
now i just want to go to bed

I cant fight anymore
I'm weak; I'm done
my knife has gone dull
and I'm all out of bullets

My arms are limp and
my legs are crumbling underneath me

How can i fight their battles
when i can't even fight my own?
i want to run and cry
the thing is that
I'm just too darn grown

I don't want to be their soldier anymore; that's it!
my heart and soul are sore
i need to fight for myself
or I'm absolutely no good
to anyone else

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on May. 3 2011 at 1:55 pm
Cassidy Johnsom, Fort Atkinson, Wisconsin
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that is a very good poem! i love it (:

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