To deal with the pain god gave.
Every night, that boy
Stands on his parents' grave.
He tries to hold back his tears,
Just trying to keep strong,
But when he cries in school,
Pupils say he doesn't belong.
Pupils don't know what's wrong,
They say that he is 'gay'.
That's why he's forcing life,
To bring his final day.
He clings to nothing but memories
Since the day they died.
When he knew his parents were dead,
He cut and cried.
He prays for them
Each and every night,
But someday the boy
Committed suicide.
Or remember the girl,
You called attention whore?
Because of your bullies
She can't take it anymore!
Her cuts weren't supposed
To get your attention,
What she still hides
I don't dare to mention!
She cannot live
With the choices she made.
And she can't deal
With all of your burning hate.
She just doesn't dare
To talk to all of you,
She doesn't want you to know
About what she's been through
But you could not see,
Being loved was her need.
She got a dedicated poem,
That you now read!
All of those guys
Felt so very alone
And their scars
Are yours to atone.
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