Summer is just a bunch of days
It’s kind of like a giant haze.
I hardly remember the first day of break,
For by now my legs are starting to ache.
The summer went by so fast,
Because it was such a blast.
But now the days are filled with sorrow,
For the last day of break, ends tomorrow...

The boy stood in front of his class
The short story unit was ***.
The teacher had them do presentations,
For they all had to do representations.

The boy stood in front of random humans
The class looked like roman ruins.
Most people were gone,
Thank satan for that one.

The boy's hands were sweaty,
No he did not have spaghetti.
He was already forgetting his lines,
It was like in front of his eyes, there were blinds.

The boy was a stuttering mess,
At least compared to last time, it was less.
He sat down with his face bright red
He felt like he could drop dead.

But then the class started clapping.
The rest of the presentations were wrapping.
The teacher handed back their rubric
The boy felt kind of sick.

The teacher, with a smile, gave mine to me..
I had gotten a B..

(True story)

Do you remember the boy from highschool? The one that was genuinely cute?

Do you remember the boy from highschool? The one that selectively mute?

He went through years of physical and mental pain.

He saw his parents as they walked inside the kitchen, just to get slain.

He remembers when his parents were alive, and when they had good times.

The only way to remember certain things was to make up those silly rhymes.

In 3rd grade, that boy got bullied every day.

All he did when he was shoved, was mumble "hey.."

That boy who would've been twenty this year, no one asked for the stories from his side.

So he chose the most reliable choice, suicide.

He is no longer part of the living.

The hero.

He wasnt

Worthless and expendable.

He was

Loved by the entire kingdom.

He wasnt

The villain.

You remember that girl, senior year? The one who had too many piercings to count? You assumed she was goth, but you were too afraid to ask for the truth.

You remember that girl, senior year? The one who showed up with bruises like it was show and tell? You assumed she got into fights with other kids, but you were too afraid to ask for the truth.

You remember that girl, senior year? The one who wore either all black, all pink, or all blue? You assumed she liked those colours, but you were to ignorant to ask for the truth.

You remember that girl, senior year? The one who never talked nor smiled? You assumed she was shy, but you were too afraid to ask.

You remember that boy, senior year? The one who spread rumors about the girl? You assumed the rumors were true, and spread them around like a wild fire, but you were too afraid to ask for the truth.

You remember that girl, senior year? The one who was there one day, and disappeared forever? Everyone assumed she transfered schools.. But they were afraid to see the truth.

You remember that girl, right?

The one who played piano and guitar?

The one with straight A's but pushed herself even harder?

The one who painted with silver, and it turned out red?

Well guess what..? If only you asked for the truth. If only you asked why she had piercings galore. She would've told you that she liked the pain.

If only you asked for the truth. If only you asked why she showed up with bruises and cuts. She would've told you she was being neglected and abused at home and at school.

If only you asked for the truth. If only you asked why she wore all black, all pink, or blue. She would've told you she was GenderFluid. And that they perferred the pronouns they/them.

If only you asked for the truth. If only you asked why they never talked nor smiled. They would've told you they took mountains of medications for their depression and anxiety.

If only you asked for the truth. If only you asked if the rumors were true. They would've told you the rumors were false, and to not believe them.

If only you asked for the truth. If only you asked why they left, for the gave you their number. They would've told you "goodbye.."

If only you asked for the truth. If only you asked why they tried to improve their grades, even though their grades were above average. They would've told you that their parents' expectations were higher.

If only you asked for the truth. If only you asked anything. Instead, you ignored the kid from senior year.

So. Remember the kid from senior year? The one who killed themselves after finals?