I once knew a boy, who had,
Amazing hazel eyes,
He was one of those courteous types,
Who rarely even lied,
He would open the door for the girls,
And walk them to their doors,
But just because he was really kind,
Some teased him for the consideration,
This boy was one, who was strong willed,
Insults could rarely break him,
He pushed off all the ignorant remarks,
And remained chipper as before,
He was a good neighbor to me,
For those long wonderful years,
I always walked to school with him,
We had such a deep bond of love,
Wasn’t passionate like lovers have,
Just a brother and sister adore,
But one day he did come outside,
And no one seemed to be home.
So I walked to school without him there,
And went on as nothing was wrong,
Little did I know at his house?
Something terribly happened that was distraught.
I hadn’t seen anyone come out of his house,
And my parents ignored my complaints,
I hadn’t seen my beloved “brother,”
I just had to see why he hadn’t come out,
So I climbed our tree by the fence,
And snuck into his backyard,
Patted the old, reliable dog,
And crawled into his open window,
I yelled his name and hollered for him to come,
That he didn’t have to hide,
I said that I would take care of him,
If illness caught his mind,
I walked into the bathroom,
And immediately stopped in my tracks,
Drops of blood left a trail,
To the end of the tub,
I opened the bloody shower curtains,
And nearly fell back from the sight,
There laid my much-loved “brother,”
Drowned in watery blood,
I choke down tears and shook my head,
How many days has it been?
By the sight of things it must’ve been one,
But that didn’t care in my mind,
The one person who I thought would live,
Was found dead in the bathroom…cut,
How could something like this happen to him?
Why was suicide his way of freedom?
I finally notice a letter on the mirror,
And pry it open while screaming out,
It was addressed to me, for my eyes only,
So I run into a stage of insanity,
I rip threw the letter and gaze at his writing,
And the few words that he said,
It was pitiful how I looked at the letter,
Not realizing why did these things,
He said that the truth wasn’t me,
Or the teasing that people gave,
It was really how his father murdered his mother,
How he tortured her in every way,
That’s why he was so kind,
Because he didn’t want to be his dad.
So he left this little writing of words,
And this is what it read:
I’m deeply sorry that I left you sister,
That I had to leave you behind,
But I must tell you that I can’t do this,
So this is my last good-bye.
As I take my one last breath,
I’ll think of the good times that I’ve spent,
Cherishing every moment that you gave me,
Of how life wasn’t as bad as it gets.
I’m sorry I have failed to tell you,
These horrid things I’ve lived,
I’m living a life of regret fullness,
A retched realm of sin.
Please don’t give up on me,
People care for your love and need,
That kind hearted love that you’ve given,
Especially what you’ve given me.
Now maybe I can be with my mother,
And rest in peace eternally,
I’ll meet you here my dear friend,
But don’t you dare follow.
If you do what I have done,
I swear I will push you away,
I know that deep inside your family loves you,
And don’t mean the things you say.
Give a chance to all people you meet,
Nice or foul who they might be,
Sometimes people hide what they live,
Because they’re ruthless, but not me.
Keep dreaming of the life you can live,
I know you’ll go far with in life,
Think of how many people you lost,
Now I get to tell them of what you’ve done.
***Note: True story. Yes I once knew a boy and was dear friends with him, but he was pushed to his limits. That is one of the reasons I wont give up to this life of suicidal pain, because I know he’ll be angry with me and shun me. Review and Rate.***
