Where does the little boy go
Where does he go when he has no place to call home.
No one to hold.
Walking alone.
Alone.
What does he do in the quiet?
He has never liked the silence.
But anything is better than the pain.
That he hears in his head of the riot.
As the colors slowly fade.
As he starts to sharpens the blade
The color to red.
As the pain slowly spreads.
The little boy has no one to love.
And no one loved him.
His cup of suffering was filled to the brim.
So the boy thought.
"Why not end?
I would be better off dead"
But little did he know
Someone was going through the pain.
She felt the same.
But it was too late.
Her cup overflowed
As she struggled with her own load.
As she shot the gun.
The boy then made a reload.
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Just another depressed girl.
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