15 Minutes

It’s 4 am and I’m walking down the street
My breaths are short and far apart
Only sound you hear is the stepping of my feet
And the beating of my heart
Things got hard this year
And pressure pounded against me
I cannot cry even one more tear
I do not hear, I do not see
My friends left and never looked back
My parents decided to send me away
They told me to go start to pack
For I was leaving the next day
I reach into my pocket
And out it comes
A last look in my favorite locket
My heart beats like a thousand drums
Now there is silence my life is done
You do not hear my stepping feet
Down to the ground slowly drops the gun
It’s 4:15 and I’m dead on the street