They say we just want attention
But not once did they listen
He overdosed with pills
His mother’s drugs spills
He didn’t have any other way
His mother said leave not stay
She rather be getting high
Then see her son die
He’s at his funeral alone
No one ever called him “home”
God took him to heaven
Because he died at seven
If only his mother knew
What’d she do?
He didn’t know better
She was bigger than the others
But at least they had fathers and mothers
She was deserted as a child
All she thought was to eat wild
He comes to school wanting him
But “him” doesn’t; he’s with Kim
He gets called fag and gay
They don’t know he cries day by day
His mother had desires
But he was young and it burned like many fires
DO THEY KNOW OR DO THEY JUDGE?
YOU ARE READING
Painful Poems
PoetryA drift on my feelings as a child, my worries, my fears, past, etc.
