Once upon a time there lived a little boy.
He had two parents, an older sister, and a life full of joy.
He captured butterflies in may, just to watch them fly away
He hated the feeling of pain, and would never hurt a soul
He was bright and young with a mind full of gold.
Little boy's mum died, dad became abusive
Friends never knew, he became allusive.
All he ever wanted, fell.
The butterflies slowly began to die.
There was an emptiness inside he could not deny.
Suddenly the razor was his only friend.
Is there an extra pint of blood one could lend?
Pain was all he could feel now.
For he was used to the sadness and loneliness,
And "once upon a time" was a long time ago.
He began failing classes. Not like his dad would care.
This was oh so rare.
No one seemed to notice
Was there any motive?
Everyday, he'd lock himself in his room.
All he though about was noon.
Lunch time, when he could take a brake.
He'd think about all the new scars he'd make.
No one cared. He wouldn't let them,
He'd be gone in just a while, anyways.
He would always sleep, and people would ask him why.
He'd answer "I'm practicing." And walk away.
For the honest answer, he would not say.
He'd always smile thinking about once upon a time.
But the wind broke the butterflies,
And his mother was now in the sky's.
"And I will be soon, too"
He'd still watch the butterflies and he'd say
"Don't worry, mum. I'll join you, Kay?
He texted his girl one last text 'I'm so sorry, I have to do this. I love you'
And as he made that 2nd cut from his palm to mid fore arm, his lips formed a small smile,
His head hit the floor made of tiles
And no more he was.
Forever gone.
Never alone.
-RIP Elijah Garcia 10-23-14
