Teen Poetry Collections

My Whole World Stopped

by a young person

My whole world stopped.

The gun went off
And reality slipped away.

His body just lay there
No soul in him.

The thought of death
It is a weird concept to grasp.

He was only fifteen
And he committed suicide
Or was it an accident?
I don’t know.

But what I do know
Is he is dead and gone.

The life of my best friend is gone.
I wonder if he even knows he existed. 

Well, we all die eventually
So does it really matter?

Dedicated to J.B.