With his arms never to bear
He waits for someone to help
All is wanted is self help
This boy was good
But now he is just misunderstood
He lied about stopping
All the blood is still dropping
Twice,he attempted suicide
But yet no-one is by his side
His eyes are black as coal
As if he has no soul
Whenever asked if it still persists
He says no,but there is always that twist
He can't stand hiding
But inside he is still deciding
He loves to be happy
But now he always feels just unhappy
Someone tried to stop it
He cared,but not enough
He drifts away
Nothing more to say
That little boy waits for a TRUE friend
Someone who can actually comprehend
He lusts for hope
As if God would throw him a rope
Tears fall endlessly out of his eyes
As his spirit slowly dies..............
by,chris h.
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