For every hidden soul
Lost in the ocean
There's that one kid
Who causes a commotion
And who would've thought
He hates his entire life
And who would've guessed
How many times he blooded that knife
But when you look at him
All that you see
Annoyance and ignorance
Not the real he
But it's bad when he's home
Sitting alone in his room
He lashes and he slashes
Hoping for impending doom
And he cries out for help
Yet nobody seems to care
And all he really needs
One person to be there
They say he has potential
But he just can't see any
And now he counts his days of life
What's left there aren't many
The only reason he's this far
Is for the field at his side
His close friends and best friends
Because of them he'll abide
But he can't help but wonder
And he really wants to know
How they'll react
When he decides to go
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Poems I've Written In 2017
PoesíaIn depressed, and have been writing poems for months now, I don't make them or anything. I was asked to put them on here by a friend bc my handwriting is hard to read.
