(A/N: Judging by the title, you know what this is about. This is by my friend, again, so...)
It's been a week
Since he made his choice
And swallowed the pills
To join Death and rejoice
But little did he know
That by ending his pain
He had become
Several others' bane
His mother
Who loved him so dearly
Now drowns in guilt
And can no longer think clearly
His father
Who remembers his baseball games
Now slowly gives up
His love for the sport, in flames
His sister
Who would always stand by his side
Now suffers from PTSD
From witnessing her brother die
His best friend
Whom he had trusted with his life
Now lives every day
Filled with strife
His teachers
Whom he had wanted to make proud
Now sit in disbelief
Their shock showing out loud
His bullies
Who were the cause of his suicide
Now live in horror
Knowing they were the reason he died
All of these people
Suffer day and night
Because he made his choice
And decided to turn off the light
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Poetry
PoetryThe title explains it all. Basically, I'm going to post some poems I write on here. Some have to do with Sophitz, but most don't. If you know it's from Sophitz, comment which book and what character the poem is about. Please, only constructive criti...
