Thomas was disappointed.
He had proved to be a bigger disappointment to his family.
He couldn't even kill himself properly.
He heard that a boy brought him in and that they had contacted his parents.
They wouldn't be coming.
He knew that they wouldn't.
Thomas began crying.
It wasn't the first time.
But for the first time he felt someone comforting him.
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Thomas
PoetryThomas Pomona. His name brought pure disgust to his family. But he was a person. A boy going into adulthood. He wanted his parents' love and affection. He yearned for it. His wrists were proof of that. He just wanted someone to see him. To realize t...
