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Apr 2016
Walls, painted purple and red
Closing off from society a black bed
Made up carefully and neatly with care
Looking inward, everything appears clear

The walls, covered with posters suggest
A young man, with nothing to confess
The monster energy banner hanging there
Shows a normal teen, one without care

The Xbox on the shelf, wires hidden away
The detail to cleanliness goes without say
Shown also by the kept up desk
No single paper rebelling, attempting to make a mess

Multiple chairs, all in range of the tv
Always thinking of others it would seem
But what lies beneath the elaborate ruse
Waiting to go off, with a short fuse

Open the drawer in the flawless desk
And see a pill bottle, hidden, unconfessed
Label ripped, with pen marks in place
"Emergency, the only escape"

Look under the papers, with 100 stamped
And find cigarettes, written on them, "******"
The slow, warm sensation held within
Slow form of suicide, it would be okay then

Open the closet now, overlook the clothing
The button ups, and suits all neatly hanging
But look above, to the shoeboxes stacked
And notice the box hidden in the back

The box says goodbye, with blood on the side
Throw off the lid, which has to be pried
The tape on the inside, rips away to reveal
A note folded neatly, with a staple to seal

Underneath, a razor, which shines in the light
New and unused, sharp, almost hurting by sight
But why is the box so heavy
Open the secret bottom, you'll see

There is money inside, hidden away
What is it for? Maybe the note would say
Open it carefully, not to rip it
Before you read, you may want to sit

"Dear mom and dad, I'm sorry I'm not
Not the son you want dad, I'm stronger in thought
I've never had brawn, but I've tried, I swear
I've dealt with the pain, but I can't, it's clear

And I'm sorry mom, that I'm not enough
School is so stressful, it's harder, it's tough
I've been top of my class, but that was my best
You want more from me, but I need to rest."

One could know these terrible truths if they look
If anyone cared to open his book
He's more than the synopsis, and the cover too
But it may be too late then, ending the story too soon
Secret Poet
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