He Didn't Fight
Blood runs down his wrists
He wished more then ever that he didn't exist
He hated himself
Even more when he found the blades on the shelf
They bring him the pain he thinks he deserves
He pushed away the nerves
No longer would he be criticized
Or victimized
It seemed
"Pick up the gun!" his thoughts had screamed
He didnt fight
He let go and died that night
