That dark boy in the back of the class
Always drawing his feelings away
But over time his sharp pencil dulled,
He didn't feel the strength to draw anymore
So his drawings got sadder, darker
He felt the pencil was worthless eventually,
And threw his pencil away.
Though this story may be true,
**What if I told you, the pencil was himself too?
I wrote this as a metaphor to my cousin's suicide, he drew a lot.
R.I.P Daniel Bryan Michael Sawers