there he hangs below the door,the tears and laughter are no more.
once he was a baby carefree and alive,life seemed to know how he would die.
he grew older and started school,no one told him children were so cruel.
they bullied and teased him and couldnt give a fuck,but he put it down to just bad luck.
He grew older,got more friends and support but they also brought more hurt.
everyone came to him with issues no one had known,but turned away when he talked about his own.
He realised he needed a relief,he would do it all nice and neat.
He never knew he could do it,he told many others they shouldnt.
But holding the knife,feeling the blade,he could tell his future was made.
He tried to hide his scars,but his deception didnt go far.
they found out,tried to help but didnt realise they were putting him through hell.
He felt the rope burning his skin,he knew deserved this but it was over too soon.
And this is where our story ends.there he hangs below the door,the pain he suffered finally over for....ever....more
