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!