Anger
A boy so alone
A boy so afraid
A boy so regretful
Of this mistake he has made
Sitting in a dark room
His face full of tears
Wanting to escape
From this world he fears
His entire forearm
Covered in blood
Though he knows deep down
It does him no good
He feels as sharp as
The blade on the knife
He pines to rid himself
From this life
A life of pretending
A life of show
Can no longer cope
He feels the time is here
For him to go
Wants to pluck up courage
To cut down deep
And give himself
Eternal sleep
Copyright © Jordan Mccallum | Year Posted 2009
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