Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

Wishing upon a star

Twinkle twinkle little star, i am wishing upon a star.
I wish to be free out of hell
I wish to be at home running around
I wish i wasnt jewish so i could be free,
I wish i was here with my family.
My hands are cold, lrgs are numbe, i am starving, and locked in hell. There's no hAppiness, no love, all there is, is pain an sorrow.
I am now locked in a room with hundreds of jews, slowly being poisened. They are slowly falling to the ground. Before i no it i am on the ground, slowly and painfully escaping from hell.
Twinkle twinkle little star, i am wishing upon a star



Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

Site Feedback