A boy

He was just a boy- just another face. No one really noticed him, he was just a haze.

Then one day he passes on and everyone pretends they cared. Another fake emotion that was often shared.

I wish I would've noticed him and gave him the time of day but now I'll never know what he had to say.

I wonder if he was happy or smiling when he died or if he wanted to leave this world with no one to have cried.

From now on I'll try to be a better person with a better life because of that poor boy I will put away the knife.