A sad story
There was boy
He was lost
He was stuck
Didn't know his life would be the cost
He would sit on his bed
Contemplating it for hours
Was it worth it
Was it not
Taking your life
Did it matter
"Would anyone remember me"
He thought
"Will the pain ever surrender will it defrost
Or will it be attached to me forever
Never get better
Have to wear a sweater
To cover up the pleasure"
He would smile
As slowly laid back in bed
Arm hanging on side felt so close to death
Blood dripping floor
Blade carving out his pours
Momma worried, he'd ignore
All cared about was feeling more
The scars covered up all the internal pain
Home alone carving out the names
Drove him insane
No question this boy was a hurt boy
When he tries to sleep he get caught in a never ending void of thought
"Am i dead or not"
He wondered
Whats the real reason
Now I forgot
It didn't matter though
This boy was determined
He was gonna teach the world a lesson
And end his depression
Determination
No one had to understand because it was his life to end
No one else's
An hour later he would take the blade and cut his stresses