Him by BehindBlueGlass
Harsh words whispered,
Never meant to reach his ears.
They stare at him with disgust,
Just because he's different.
But they are just spectators,
Looking in on his troubled life.
Figuring he's just fine,
They watch from behind glass.
Never feeling his true emotions,
Never hearing his painful cries.
They laugh as he falls, down life's stone stairs.
He's at the bottom now.
Barley living he just takes it,
Each day another war.
When will his pain stop?
Or will it drive him to his death?
Depression's his best friend,
It holds his hand as he falls.
He's trapped within a spiral of pain.
Bleeding to escape reality.
To let death take his soul,
Far away from this world he hates.
To end it is his decision, suicide his fate,
And never again will he feel anything.
*I'm not sure what to call it.*
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I also write this poem. You really should try to do things for yourself. Now please could you remove it. thanx.
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