The day he gave up, I remember well....
The day he left this utter place of hell...
We teased him and hurt him, crushed his will...
We never knew our words could actually kill...
We laughed at him, and hurt him deep...
We ate away at his pride, which he tried to keep...
He tried to live, happily and long...
But we made it difficult to carry such a song...
We all reveled in his pain...
Knowing or not, but he lost and he gained...
I feel pity for the boy who died...
For at his funeral I truly did cry...
I felt like a demon, a part of me changed...
I looked at him in my mind, his life re-arranged...
How happy he would have been knowing it all...
But now he is six feet under this dark cold fall...
He is free, but as he fades his face gets blurry...
No school, No hateful words, No Worries...
I don't know if he is Happy or sad...
Or if he forgives or is hateful and mad...
I hope he rests in peace, safe and warm...
I hope he is happy and safe from our harm...

10/20/2003

Author's Note: This was written about a kid from school I knew commited suicide..

Posted on 10/20/2003
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