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William Buttke Jun 2017
the broken boy lays awake in bed
unable to control the thoughts in his head
he lies helpless, defenseless, and hopeless thoughts push deep. desolation relentless

the weight of the world is to much to bare
emotional muscles struggling, begin to tear
he asks for help, some sort of way out
he wails he pleads , heart filled with doubt

the broken boy lays awake in bed
the same old thoughts stirring in his head
he is stuck. unable to move. full of dread
the more he thinks, the more its fed.

the strain of his glutonish sarrow is unreal
he knows the mental scars will never heal
they are forever there embedded in his heart
until the day he escapes this toil, sweet depart

the broken boy lays struggling in bed.
the thoughts that **** him ringing in his head
"you are worthless. un lovable. and repulsive"
the urge to end it becoming more impulsive

he can no longer take it he wants to end it all
the broken boy gives up and begins to fall
into a deeper darker place than the one before
images running through his head, ****** gore

the broken boy stands on end, razors in hand
trying to hold back the urge, but thoughts command
he is scared, and ready to escape this reality
the razor slides across his wrist, and he takes a knee

he is dying. the blood loss is too much to flee regreting his decision he screams out why me
he begins to bawl his blood and tears blend
forms a pool of lost hope, unable to mend
 
the broken boy lays cold and dead. no more pain. 
no more smiles, no more friends, nothing at all
no more running through leaves during fall
he ended his pain. but also ended his joy
that is the sad song. about the broken boy.

— The End —