*A.N*: I DON'T PROMOTE SUICIDE.
He stop caring the day the world turn its back on him,
He fought the monsters and kept his pain within.
He never even bothered to try because he knew he'd never make it,
He wanted to escape the world's laughter but no way he saw fit.
He was introduced to a paintbrush and so he started art,
He didn't think of it as ripping his smooth skin apart.
He had no love in his heart and his mind was to filled with fears of what would be,
He was always depressed and not for a moment he'd be happy.
He had no one on his side, all he got was bullied and pushed around,
He wanted to live a happy life but pain and killing thoughts is all he found.
He had a friend, he saw it in the mirror and only that friend would understand,
He was treated like he was nothing as if wasn't a human.
He got tired of the world around him an sought to find a better place,
He could not take waking at 3 in the morning and wiping the tears of his face.
He made up his mind this be the day that he'd die,
He is now in a better place and he whispers " thank you suicide".
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ESTÁS LEYENDO
Soulful Whispers
PoesíaA small town boy from the Caribbean sharing what's in his expressive mind and broken heart ❤ Highest rank #1 in Poetry for 3 weeks and #1 in TeensLife for 6 months and counting ❤
