The Weeping Boy
The weeping boy that sat alone in his room......
Had never wept before until he felt his life coming to a doom.
His body ached with shuttering pain
and when he thought about suicide he knew he was going insane.
He got very dizzy and thought the room was closing in on him
He cant see that well ever since his life became dim.
He wonders.....why is god picking on me?
But he doesn't realize that he thinks god is just a person he cant see.
He cries...why, oh why me
He lays down on his bed wishing he could fall asleep
hes confused, hes always been known as the boy who never weeps
He places all his feeling and emotions behind a wall, and is always ready to explode.
Everybody has been trying to get around his wall but no one has cracked the code.
That one and only night he wept tears of anger
If you were caught in his sight you certainly might be in danger
He thinks everyone is fighting against him, but really hes fighting against himself
Hes been smoking and drinking a lot so he really hasn't watched his health
By this rate he wont be able to win his raging battles
When he looses he will placed behind bars and laced with shackles
He thinks he lost everything hes ever had
He thinks hes not going to make it since his heart has never hurt this bad.
He sits there weeping for the fact hes never again going to be able to say dad
no one knows what to do or say around him anymore since they think hes gone mad
what will be his next move?
He shall do what he pleases since he feels he has nothing to prove.
Copyright © Andrea Tillman | Year Posted 2008
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