the young boy
looked out the window,
watching the sun turn to moon.
his slitts in his wrist were burning
kids thought he was a loon.
his anerexic body was covered in black.
confedence is what he lacked.
he spoke not a word
about his feelings inside
he just woke every day
hoping to die.
people feared his darkness
no one even knew his "good" side
he was just the freak
walking down the hall
he thought no one cared at all.
a tear rolled down his face.
"he was nothing but a disgrace".
he came from a broken home
he lived his life feeling so alone.
he never had a friend
he was never close to love.
he wanted his life to end.
he knew there was nothing
in the skies above.
a tear rolled down his face.
"he was nothing but a disgrace."
 
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