The rope was tied and he stood on the chair
Without any hesitation he did what no one would dare
His body fell, and hung from the ceiling
Minutes passed, there wasnt any healing
His mum came in, with tears on her face
She now knows the crys for help were not fake
She screamed and cried all night long
Holding his body while singing a song
I'm sorry baby I will always care
While stroking his thick black hair
His funeral was here and lots of people came
They cried over him even though they didnt know his pain
It's funny isn't it how people care
When your dead and lifeless when no one was there
YOU ARE READING
My poems
PoetryThese are all my poems, most will be sad but maybe some will be happy, just dont be expecting a happy poem. ~shania
