A Boy Not Long Ago
There was A boy not long ago
So broken inside
Damaged from head to toe
Something inside him had died
When he looked in the mirror
He couldn't be found
Death seemed so near
With no friends around
I'm not needed here
He writes as his hands shake so fast
The page was soaked in tears
Remembering his past
All of his fears soon to be gone
The next day at school
So happy he seemed
A plan was in place
A night he dreamed
He wouldn't have to face
As he took his final breath
And said his goodbyes
Hanging from the ceiling
He went to the skies
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