Dark Corners

White male, 14, controlled by my father.

Forced to play sports, when my heart isn't in it.

I can't see my friends.

I can't see my Mom.

I have nobody.

I am a worthless piece of shit, he says.

I believe it.....

My grades are dropping.

I have broken multiple bones.

I will amount to nothing, he says.

I believe it.

I hate this life. 

Where is an escape.....

Friends at school have a suggestion.

This small, green, inviting friend.

Smells funny...

I inhale.

Next Morning:

DEAD.

News:

White, teenage boy, 14, dies from fentanyl-laced Marijuanna.

 

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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