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He was on the edge of the world, his world. Pondering what awaited him... A single lone tear rolled down his face He trembled for a moment Then quietly, he began to write. In his neatest handwriting, because nobody could read it otherwise When he was finished, he sealed up the envelope, put it on the table, and looked in a mirror, at the thing he hated the very most staring back at him he stared into his own eyes, seeing through them into his own bleeding, screaming soul Into his cracked, shriveled, and blackened heart And into his own lost self, that had cried out for help so many times But when he had help, he lied and lied, but couldn't say why He had made so many mistakes, he wanted to correct them. But he was about to make the biggest mistake of them all. He silently left the house he had called home for 13 years. The boy decided to walk slowly; for it would be the last time he would do so. He heard the whispers of the night through the hearing aids he had been teased far too many times about, And saw the stars twinkle in the sky through the eyes that had watered up more times than he could count, and he breathed the cool summer air through the mouth that had released sobs, shaky breaths, and cries, And more tear tracks replaced the first. He finished his walk, and found a place nobody would find him at He smiled, a twisted, cracked, and broken smile And left this world forever. Little did he know That when his parents woke up And saw the envelope on the table They read it, and tears poured down their face And his little innocent sister would ask her parents "Mommy, Daddy, why are you crying?" "Where's my brother?" And her parents would try to answer her, but only more cries would come out. And everyone, even his bullies, Would be shocked that one so happy Could've done such a thing. And then they would blame themselves. His friends would become more and more depressed Some of them taking their own lives too What he thought would fix his mistakes Would be the biggest mistake of them all.
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May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 4:50 PM UTC
Lost
He was on the edge of the world, his world. Pondering what awaited him... A single lone tear rolled down his face He trembled for a moment Then quietly, he began to write. In his neatest handwriting, because nobody could read it otherwise When he was finished, he sealed up the envelope, put it on the table, and looked in a mirror, at the thing he hated the very most staring back at him he stared into his own eyes, seeing through them into his own bleeding, screaming soul Into his cracked, shriveled, and blackened heart And into his own lost self, that had cried out for help so many times But when he had help, he lied and lied, but couldn't say why He had made so many mistakes, he wanted to correct them. But he was about to make the biggest mistake of them all. He silently left the house he had called home for 13 years. The boy decided to walk slowly; for it would be the last time he would do so. He heard the whispers of the night through the hearing aids he had been teased far too many times about, And saw the stars twinkle in the sky through the eyes that had watered up more times than he could count, and he breathed the cool summer air through the mouth that had released sobs, shaky breaths, and cries, And more tear tracks replaced the first. He finished his walk, and found a place nobody would find him at He smiled, a twisted, cracked, and broken smile And left this world forever. Little did he know That when his parents woke up And saw the envelope on the table They read it, and tears poured down their face And his little innocent sister would ask her parents "Mommy, Daddy, why are you crying?" "Where's my brother?" And her parents would try to answer her, but only more cries would come out. And everyone, even his bullies, Would be shocked that one so happy Could've done such a thing. And then they would blame themselves. His friends would become more and more depressed Some of them taking their own lives too What he thought would fix his mistakes Would be the biggest mistake of them all.
Not to be taken literally, I was very emotional and needed to pour it out, and this is the result.
skye-applebome
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May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 4:50 PM UTC
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