He was beaten up
With a bloody nose
Broken arm
Bruised head to toes
He never won
Just seemed to lose
And then at home
He got abuse
He couldn't stand it
He wanted to leave
And even if he was gone
He knew no one would grieve
So he made up his mind
There was nothing to lose
So he took his father's rope
And knotted a noose
He hung it up high
And over his neck
He jumped off the bed
And fell to his death
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Poems
PoésieThere is really no need for a description. They're poems??? But really sad poems. Really, really sad poems.
