Little piece trying to escape hell,
Does not have a story to tell.
Never lived a life that he wanted,
Only lived in a body full of sadness.
Thoughts raced of changing his life,
Thoughts changed to actions he liked.
He changed his life completely around,
He hoped he wouldn’t end up underground.
Made the decision to go the right direction,
Only to find out there’s nothing as perfection.
Hate and sadness came rushing back,
His happiness now was only an act.
People closest to him got it the hardest,
Almost made it seem like they were the target.
He lived his life full of darkness,
Hoping one day he would become ashes.
The day came and he ended his life,
Everything was pity it only felt right.
He wanted everything to just end,
So he ended back where he began.
Don’t tell him he has a story to tell,
Because he’s just a little piece trying to escape hell.
