Something To Be Said

Only During Math Class

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There was boy

with ripped jeans and a

leather jacket,

who never talked.

He used his curly brown hair

as a visor

only seeing the parts of the world

that he felt welcome in,

which wasn't a lot of

space for a heart like his.

and he tried

oh how he tried

but he still listened to Green Day

and smoked cigarettes behind

the school,

but only during math class.

and he cried

oh how he cried

he cried for his mother

three kids and no time

to watch them grow.

and he lied

oh how he lied

he told his little brother

that the world

was a beautiful place

and that he would save

the princess

and slay the dragon

and still make it home in time for dinner.

but one day

he died

oh.

he died

with three cuts on each wrist

and no time to say

goodbye.

and his mother cried

and she lied

when she told his younger brother and sister

that he was with angels

but she knew better.

and she tried

oh how she tried

to bring her baby home

but he was somewhere else now

with his wripped jeans

and a brand new leather jacket

still listening to Green Day

and smoking a cigarette

but only during math class.