I met him two years back;
Freshmen year.
He just moved In to town,
Not too far away.
He was different;
He liked pokemon, and Eminem.
He wasn't shy about it,
That's what I admired about him.
I admired that he wasn't afraid;
Afraid to be him.
He didn't care what others thought,
I had wished I could be like that.
Then sophmore year happened;
I'm not sure what all happened.
His arms were covered;
In the pains of the past.
He still covered them too;
With the pains of that day.
I knew how he felt;
For I had once did the same.
I covered my arms with my pain.
He was different though;
He did it a lot.
He said it helped him,
I guess I understood.
I didn't like it.
I heard people were mean to him,
I thought he had it under control.
He seemed okay,
He wasn't though.
He wrote a list,
Of the people who he didn't like.
The school took it another way,
And he was gone.
I hadn't known what happened,
And I just thought he was sick.
Until I learned;
The truth.
I didn't like what I heard,
I thought it was a lie.
I didn't want to believe
But I did.
I didn't see him until the summer,
When I learned he was coming back.
I was happy,
For I saw my friend.
I learned he made a band,
He really liked it.
He seemed better,
It made me happy.
Junior year
He was in a class with me,
It was all good.
Then it happened,
I didn't know it swallowed him again.
Why did depression have to take him.
He was away for a while,
I still got to talk to him.
He came back and seemed happy.
After a while happy turned to sad...
Again.
He started to seem lost,
He looked as of he felt as if
He didn't belong.
