October 4th, 2016
The boy cries himself to sleep at night
after another hellish day.
He'd cry until the sun rose
and until the pain went away.
His few friends have stabbed knives into his back,
and everyone else stabbed where they pleased.
The boy found his bed and cried...
Cried until the pain eased.
His mother was always drinking,
while alone, he lay in bed.
The boy knew of nightmares and true pain,
but not if what lie ahead.
Beaten and looked down upon, he cried,
but was left to drown in his own tears.
It had all finally reached him.
Misery. Weakness. Fear.
Cries of torment and agony were heard,
but no one cared when he cried.
So instead of crying himself to sleep at night,
he simply committed suicide.
This boy could be anyone,
and we all know it's true.
You think it doesn't matter,
But what if this had been you?
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Reaper's Plague
PoésieSince August 26th of 2015, I've been writing poetry. I was inspired by the song "One Reason" by Fade to write, and now I'm ready to publish. Follow me if you enjoy my poems, it'll let me know that you're reading them, I guess. WARNING: Poetry may be...
