There is a boy
i know so well
who jumped off a cliff
and claimed he fell
he covers his bruises
every day
when asked what happened
he knows just what to say
he slits his wrists
every night
and death is something
he will not fight
i know he wants to die
i just wish he could see
that every time he hurts himself
hes also hurting me!
*this poem is dedicated to nathan claypole. i would really appreciate it if you vote and comment*
