Suicide... i wrote a poem no hate.

He got tired of trying and being so **** strong, Sick of the never ending hate, for doing nothing wrong. The names he got called scarred the innocent boy, The rumours that got started, managed to destroy. For him "this" lost all meanings and "this" it was "LOVE"... He started wishing to be up, up above... He got pushed around, all he got was hate. And to dig his own grave he couldn't wait... Kind uplifting comments is all he'd ever dish. So why for a boy so nice, death be his wish? "Hope" his very last spark you blew.. Until he gave in and believed it was true.. He took his life, but no-one thought he would... But that was him gone and gone for good... For now the bullies weap. Realising that hate cut so deep. SUICIDE of youth, getting harder to mend... And during this deafening silence, suicide became a trend.. Think before you speak! As this poem could be true... And next time this poem comes around, the victim could be YOU!

It's not because they didn't want too,
It's because they were worried about what someone might say.
Being judged or made to fell less than what you are, we've all felt this way.
Is it not time we all grew up become abit mature.
Because when it comes to accepting we could all do a little more.
We're to busy in our own we worlds only worried about our own crew.
And thinking of anyone else isn't what we do.
This earth is like a toolbox
And each one of us are a different tool,
So if we're judging others we're really just a fool.
Because we're all here for a similar reason, but to do different things.
So nobody really is the big rope
We're all just little strings.
On our own we aren't as great as we think we are.
Because how pretty is the sky when it only has one star.
So think before you judge someone as they are more than what you can see,
Truth is that you might just be the lock and they could be the key.