Just Leave

The Strays

The boy next door.

He was never bullied

Or abused.

He was forgotten.

He was a stray.

He was a member of the shadows.

He was always quiet

And barely talked.

We never knew his full story.

Or who he was left behind by.

All we know is that he is gone.

Forever.

And to think for a second that

That could have been me.

If I just gave up.

Just as I had been planning

For a while now.

I would have left the members in

Despair and sorrow.

I would have left my parents

Depressed and miserable.

All the other people

Who watch over me

And acknowledge my existence.

Even though at some points,

It seems like they barely care

About me,

Now I know.

I know they do.

The broken children of the shadows

Aren't the same anymore.

Though we didn't know

The boy next door

Very well,

He acknowledged

each and everyone of us.

He cared more about our feelings,

Than he did about his.

Now,

I know the important people in my life

Really do care about me.

I couldn't bear to leave these people,

These special people in my life,

The way you did.

But I wouldn't come back.

I couldn't.

Once it's done,

It's done.

There's no turning back.

After the loss of

The boy next door,

And thinking that

That would have been me,

I realize how sick

I have become.