there once was a boy
standing in the rain
in the middle
of no where
with everyone there
wondering just what the hell his problem was.
The rain dampened his hair,
soaked his shoes,
but what no one could see,
is that the rain
was drenching his soul.
This was his final goodbye
before...
well,
before he committed suicide.
For months, everyone knew,
but time past
people forgot
his
name.
No soul visited his grave.
He was left to disappear.
he wanted to become a teacher,
he had philosophy for everything.
But no one knew,
because he kept silent.
Kept still,
and minded his manners.
As he sat at the tea table,
meditating more.
The day he died,
he whispered to me,
"remember me"
remember the victims claimed by suicide
