There once was a boy who lived in such joy and he never felt grief. But one day he heard what caused him such hurt and he swore he would leave. Now he hides his tears and smiles with fears that someone will disappear. He cant be left alone but he has no home and no one to even care. He walks down the street staring at his feet and thinks to himself I swear to god I will live on and I will change myself. He hates his clothes and he hates his home but no one asked why. They called him weird they called him queer but nobody saw him cry. He walks down the street and stares at his feet but everyone laughs and teases. He drew a picture on the wall but blood is too thick to draw and he hurts as the pain squeezes. His life cut short he lived with remorse and none was his fault. it was the family who fought and lied and cut his life short and made him fall.
Posted on: Fri, 21 Nov 2014 00:09:13 +0000