I'm tired
This month's almost over
Why,
Mitch
Why did you leave us
This was coming,
but,
We need you
But, somewhere else you're needed
Teaching others of what you taught us
But still I'm sad.
I'm so sad,
I need help
Someone pick me up
I'm vulnerable
I need an angel
I want a lot of things, but what do I truly need?
Do I really need an angel
Our a different angle on life?
I wanna be who I want to be
But they, they, they want me to be something else
I'm scared and tired
But I'm ready for whatever is handed to me
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COLORS ~ Remembering Mitch - Year 2016
PoetryLike any other year this is no different, you know it, a month 30 pages. Poems, stories, you name it, all in applause and a clause to remember the great man named Mitch Lucker,
