He can't seem to go on,
He doesn't seem too fine.
No one seems to notice
the Demons in his Mind.
.
He doesn't seem to care much,
He doesn't have much time.
You better take a good look,
Cause this will be his last crime.
.
He won't show his pain,
Cause no one seems to get.
He's just like another,
With Demons inside his Head.
- the boy who writes, Aks.
From your ordinary closet writer/poet.
Every poet should own at least one suicidal piece of poetry.