He was such a lonely boy
With a life of suffering and death,
He was such a dark boy,
He set away from all the rest.
He never knew what to do,
when he came depressed,
It felt like he had black voids,
And a heart of stone,
He could never rest.
It been through hell,
He died of blood,
He wasn't a fool,
He was just confused,
And didn't know what to do.
He was a Gothic boy,
He always wear black and combat boots,
Wear his trench coat and wear his cross,
He didn't believe in God or jesus at all,
But his darkness wasn't his fall.
He didn't live the perfect life,
He lost every thing all in one night,
He has no one to love and he never got loved.
One night his heart was finally alive,
But then it died while putting up a fight,
So he took his lonely knife,
Slit his wrist and wrote a note saying,
He was tired of living his life alone.
And then the next morning,
He didn't wake up,
He died while was sleeping in bed,
And this was his end.
Soon he was forgotten,
Never thought of again,
Every one thought he was ok,
But he really wasn't in the end.
Author notes
Here is a poem about me
Every thing you wanted Griselda
And a little more
Hope you enjoy
A contest entry
- An outside view of youth by Suicide Hotline.
525 points, ended June 12, 2008, 15 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Wow! So good... I really liked this. It was full of such meaning and emotions. Really like the first two stanzas. Nothing more to say other then good write. [=
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I will judge this with pure honesty because you are my friend and its hard to judge your friends. I thought this poem was great! Honestly! I loved it and i could really relate to some of this. Great job Mike!
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