Sad Boy, Sad Life
Like one way glass was his existence,
Staring longingly at the other children,
Not one held out a helping hand,
Not once did he offer resistance,
Suffering the slings and arrows with apparent indifference,
No one knew his foundations were built on sand,
Day by day to year by year they crushed him with persistence,
Was this what life was to be,
To be ridiculed and mocked for being me?
Tears hot upon cheek and fists clenched,
How he wished at that moment to turn invisible,
It is a hard thing to pull the trigger,
This ending would be better he figured,
I remember his final words to me,
"My life is a prison and this way I’ll finally be free"
Children can be cruel and unforgiving,
That’s why he rests in peace no longer to walk among the living.
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