A new boy.
James stood at the corner shop.
I watched from my seat on the fence.
His arms were put up in surrender.
But he knew no self defence.
He was beaten.
He was in pain.
He tried to stand.
But he was too slain.
I wanted to help.
But I couldn't leave my seat.
Tears ran down my white face.
As the boy fell to his feet.
I remember this situation.
Except I was in his place.
I remember the blows and kicks.
And the punches to my face.
I knew the boy would be joining me.
Not too soon now.
Because he'll do what I did.
And escape from living hell.
Eventually he got up.
And he ventured on home.
I felt so rubbish inside.
That he had to feel alone.
The next day I watched.
As a new boy cried.
James hoped on the fence with me.
I was sad that he had died.
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Scars and Smiles (poetry about depression)
Poetry*A handful of poems that I wrote about suicide/self harm/disorders. Feel free to comment, vote, add, share and even mail me!* Ongoing Series. Enjoy.
