Category : Diary/Journal

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I remember my death,..

Like it was yesterday in

The early summer of 1972,

March 15 at 12:09am in the morning

Can you still see my body?

Its right next to the basket hoop,

Can yo see it now?


I was out playing,

Being my early 17 year old self ,

Going like the sun and moon,

I force my self to throw the ball 


I didn't even want to be out here,

My father force me to play, 

'To be more manly' he says,

He was only doing this because,

I want to be a fashion designer.


Or the fact that I don't like girls like I'm suppose to,

Nor boys ether.

I was always alone

Since I was normally harassed 

On a daily basis.


I can still remember hearing
 
Gregory Hampton bright sneakers 

Growing louder every second.

They only wanted to ruffing me up

But thing can't always be your way


they made me drop my ball

They shoved me into the pole

I pushed him,

But I forgot...

I left the ball behind me

With one single push

I fell.


I still feel the blistering pain 

And a strong meltalic smell 

coming from my body

I tried to stand 


But I could only prob my self

Against the pole

Gasping,feeling my soul fade away

I cried to Gregory

"Please, help!",

But he was  scared


So he ran

Leaving me 

Bleeding into the  pavement 

I could have been saved, you know?

If he would have got help 

I wouldn't have waited exactly 5min and 19 seconds

For eternal sleep to take me 


I dont blame Gregory

I would've done the same thing 

I blame my dad 

For making me do basketball

I would've still be alive if it wasn't for him

But we can't all get what we want can we?