Timmy loves life
Thinks it's so nice
Finishes middle school
Thinks high school will be so cool
Can't wait
Thinks it will be great
Little did he know
His life will no longer grow
He gets bullied everyday
Never has time to play
Timmy has no friends
Except one
The one that allows him to run
Allows him to escape his crappy new life
That one friend is a knife
Who knew his happy joyful life
Would have ended with a slit wrist from his own knife
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PoetryPoems about depression and suicide. Poems about my feelings. I add new chapters almost daily. These poems are created by me.
