Suicide

He never belonged, always feeling left out,
He was hated and mocked, constantly talked about.
No one ever took the time to hear what he has to say,
Made things complicated, never let him get his own way.
There was no one to heal him with some empathy,
Without any pity nor a bit of sympathy.
He sat alone at lunch, tried to escape each day,
Daydreamed, stared heavily far away.
He was threatened by death, yet no one defends,
Not his parents nor teachers, no one to depend.
He stared at the wall, stared into space,
Pulled a gun up against his face.
His fingers were cold, senced life near death,
Raced heartbeats, cherished his last breathe.
Pulled the trigger, a silent scream,
Felt as if it was all just an endless dream.
Collapsed, felt seconds of pain,
Soundless cry, created a bloody rain.
No one really cared until they found him dead,
Saw the nightmare, all the blood he shed.
Regrets of not giving him a chance,
Walked past him without a second glance.
If only they did something sooner, hed still be here,
A reason to laugh, a joyful tear,
Stopped to say hi, instead of just passing by,
It couldve given him a reason not to die...

*i am N0T sucidial.