He sits at the back of the classroom
Wondering, pondering...When will all this madness ever end?
He asks himself a question, "Will I ever have a friend?".
This poem is not meant to be deep
It is meant to reach
Inside your soul, inside your mind
Don't you see? It is not easy being alone
For all he knows he may never have a phone
But you see, he once did live happy
His mother was his happiness
But she too was ripped away from him
She is not dead but neither is she alive
She has changed into something horrible, inexplicable
His sadness is unexplainable, his happiness non-existent
But he will be persistent, for he does not give up
He tries everyday to try and hide the pain
But everyday, sorrow and darkness consumes a part of him
A part of him which he cannot get back
Until finally, he becomes the darkness and sorrow that once consumed him
At the end of the day, he goes into his room
Sits in the darkest corner...and cries
His tears are silent, but that just makes it more violent
He looks in the mirror with his blood-shot eyes
Wondering, Pondering...When will all this madness ever end?
He whispers to himself, " I will never have a friend."
YOU ARE READING
The Boy That Once Was
PoetryThis short poem is basically a gender bended boy version of me. I am a lonely 13 year old girl who writes depression poems. Enjoy.
