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.