The sun rises on a beautiful morning,Morning sighs and continuous yawning,
Out of bed and getting ready,
Suddenly everything is kind of heavy..
He stops thinking and he ties his laces,
Forgetting the nightmares and desperate faces,
The constant voices inside his head,
Surely he'd rather be dead.
He puts on a smile and walks out of his door,
Into the school and falls on the floor,
The other kids laugh, they point and stare,
This is just like his own unightmare.
He picks up his stuff and does his shy walk,
He doesn't look up and he doesn't talk,
He starts to walk down the hallway,
Ignoring the mean things that they say.
Class has started and and he's feeling kind of down,
He's feeling so lonely, he looks around,
nobody smiles, not even a hello,
class was going so so slow.
The next class has started and the taken,
He was away, they must be mistaken,
They looked around for the shy little boy,
Until a faint voice yells out "oi"
Someone sounds panicked and yells out again,
"SOMEBODY HELP, I'M LOSING MY FRIEND!"
The students rush out to see a ghastly sight,
None of them would sleep that night.
He shot himself through the front of the head,
That quiet boy, is now completely dead.
The fact that he died isn't the saddest part,
The sad part is, no one cared from the start.