+A seemingly perfect child, a smile so bright,
He walked through school days, bathed in light.
Teachers praised his efforts, his quiet grace,
Never seeing the shadows behind his face.
He'd nod and agree, with a thoughtful air,
While a storm of despair he learned to bear.
The weight of worlds, too heavy to hold,
A story untold, in a heart growing cold.
In his room, he'd count them, a silent plea,
Each tiny capsule, his only decree.
A world of pain he wished to leave behind,
A peace he hoped his troubled soul would find.
They saw the good grades, the dutiful son,
Never guessing the battle he had won,
Or lost, in the quiet of his own despair,
A tragic secret, beyond all compare.
The morning would break, with sun's gentle gleam,
And he'd be gone, a forgotten dream.
The good child, they'd whisper, with tear-filled eyes,
Unknowing the truth, the silent goodbyes.
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 10:03 PM UTC
+A seemingly perfect child, a smile so bright,
He walked through school days, bathed in light.
Teachers praised his efforts, his quiet grace,
Never seeing the shadows behind his face.
He'd nod and agree, with a thoughtful air,
While a storm of despair he learned to bear.
The weight of worlds, too heavy to hold,
A story untold, in a heart growing cold.
In his room, he'd count them, a silent plea,
Each tiny capsule, his only decree.
A world of pain he wished to leave behind,
A peace he hoped his troubled soul would find.
They saw the good grades, the dutiful son,
Never guessing the battle he had won,
Or lost, in the quiet of his own despair,
A tragic secret, beyond all compare.
The morning would break, with sun's gentle gleam,
And he'd be gone, a forgotten dream.
The good child, they'd whisper, with tear-filled eyes,
Unknowing the truth, the silent goodbyes.
