It didn't take him a minute,
to give up his life,
it didn't take us a minute
to identify his bloody body.
He had pressure issues we heard
but his smiles were the glimpses,
He was a nobody with a lot of friends
but his mind was a mess with a hurricane within.
Often we sit back and talk
how we miss the person who was always shy
bittersweet at first then rather not
he just always had his ways to not show it all.
It took him hard days to give up
to throw away the future he could have worked hard to build,
but now the milk was spoilt
and the vessel was found broken.
They think I don't think of it all
the pain, the horror, and the astound,
just a fall it took
and it all became chaos.
I look at his photo with a broken smile
fingers grazing past his plastered fake smile,
They said he was the coward
but for me, he was the bravest.
They think I relate and look up to him
but just who would understand,
the familiarity when the demons are the same in different people?
He is the bravest of us all
to end everything and give up to the pain,
to leave the world before it broke him again
to know the sequel and yet overlook the people who look up to him and look for him.
And often I look past my window in thought,
when will I have the power like him to just end it all?
.21/3/2022.
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The Wonders In Our Head
PoetryAll Oneshots and poems which came from the cryptic mind of a writer.
