Boys and Girls gather 'round
For a tale that you won't surely forget
It's a story about a little boy
Before his last breath
He suffered through torture and hell
Surely he'd survive it
Until one day a kid pushd the bar
By labeling him "emo"
The boy went into a frenzy
Hurting himself with Knives
Writing down his inner most thoughts
With his Unibal pen
He'd write in it at school
In the park
Next to the trains
The labels kept coming
Fag
Goth
Gay
Emo
Homo
Until the boy decided to end it all
He took his rope and made a noose
Wrapping it around his neck
Standing on the chair
He wrote his final pleas
Dropping his Unibal pen
He grabbed his knife and held it against his wirst
The last time I'd see you
He thought
And cut right through his arm
A eerie scream escaped his mouth
His mother coming and saving
Her only son out of 4 daughters
And asked what he'd done
To deserve this kind of torture
He looked up at his mom
And with pleading little eyes
Said one word that sent her into a spiral
Labels
That was two years ago
The boy is healthy and out of depression
The boy reflects on it every now and then
Even learned to defend himself
The labels ceased along with his knife
But one thing we can all learn from this
Labels are never nice
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My Poetry
PoetryI got board so I wrote poetry. Hope you enjoy. Each one has hidden meaning. I can't explain it. You have to explain it yourself. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ To explain this better: Sometimes, I get into something that I feel like I need to express, b...
