by MICHELLA
He was always lonely
Little, skinny, and bony
Made fun
Told himself “One day
They will all pay
For how they treated me
Tryna tell me who I should be”
He tried suicide
Instead he sat and cried
Careful not to let them win
Did this over and over again
Wondering what’s his purpose
Wondering is it worth it
Parents tried and tried
To keep suicide out of his mind
Overdosing, parents exploding
With tears
Wondering what they did wrong
Throughout the years
Now he’s gone
Everyone cares
But when he was here
He had no one to love