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Sitting on the bed
Thinking what he had done
If losing money was hard
What feelings did he feel now?
They always said together forever
But that was not the case
Nothing seemed more perfect
Who could he blame?
No one pushed either to say what they felt
It just came out
Writing on the wall helps
For a little while
The words ‘Am I Evil’
In red marker pen
Sum up his thoughts
Laying down looking at the blue sky
Reminiscing the months of happiness
By that didn’t mean shit now
Violence flowed in his blood
The wall covered with anger
‘Fuck you mum’
‘Fuck you dad’
‘Fuck you whore’
Nothing else mattered
Turning up his music
The halls of the house felt his pain
Singing along makes the pain stray away
“Yesterday seems as though it never existed”
He cried out
“Death greets me warm now I’ll just say good-bye”
Metallica saying everything he couldn’t
Not that he couldn’t
Just didn’t know how to
Searching the cupboard
Throwing the relics
From yesteryear on to the bed
Picking up his school tie
A smile stretched across his face
Tears of joy running down
Lifting his eyes to the bar across his wall
The one used for chin-ups
How peaceful his eyes were
The tears stopped
Knowing that he could do this
No one needed an explanation
Creating a noose
He hung there
Every second losing breath
This was worth it just to see what awaited him