Here’s the first poem written by the literary section
Is he such a bad person to want to die ?
Some days he is thinking about it
Maybe he’s forgotten that he doesn’t have wings to fly
His mind says to turn right but he turns left
To him, life is a game
They said « game over, thanks for playing ! »
He forgot that love is pain
And now he’s praying
He still lives his life
Some people miss him so much
He remembers the traces of the knife
Now he is alone in a church
Listen how he cries
It represents all our lies.
C.L. 1ere L2