I was walking down the hall
My books stacked high
3 boys came up
And knocked them down
While I stood in shock
One boy came back though
Without a word he picked up the books and set them in my hands
I was now in more shock then before
Why do others impact him so?
Maybe it's the same reason others impact me
I've been broken down so bad
I feel I need to change to be fixed
I saw that boy again later
Through the shelves of books
I saw him
He was looking out the window
In his eyes was the same look of desire
The desire to just jump
To end it
He turned and saw me
I tried to stop him
But he just ran
I haven't seen that boy since
