The song of the unfortunates

There's a boy in my class

There's a boy in my class,

Who acts like he's fine.

And he makes rude jokes,

And does his work on time.

And there's a boy in my class,

Who's smile is sweet,

And he acts like a gentleman,

When he gets a treat.

But there's a boy in my class,

Who has scars on his wrists,

And his mind keeps on saying,

He wouldn't be missed.

Yet we all see him,

And question his health.

'Cause he doesn't look happy.

He looks scared beyond help.

So there's a boy in my class

Who we need to help now.

And there's a boy in my class,

Who I want to help now.