life and death

He was Alone

Noone to see, No one to feel

Never looking up only feeling down

He couldn't take it any longer.

After 13 years of feeling nothing

He decided he wanted to do something

Instead of going through it, talking about it.

he died.

Now I see people more closely, more clearly.

We all have our heads down, tears in our eyes.

 No one seen it coming, he hid it,

Now we are alone, and so is he.

This poem is about: 
Me

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