A poem...I like but don't follow
A smile that was once there has faded.
He's all alone.
He had neither friends nor family.
He lived even without God.
For he has tried to kill himself.
No one caring enough to ask why.
He lives in a world that couldn't possibly be fit for anyone.
He just stares out his window looking at the rain.
Wishing he could just leave this world behind.
No one has ever tried to stop him,
they just criticize him and tell him not to ever do it again.
But life has no meaning for him.
He just wants to go.
Without thought of consequence he has decided to leave.
He takes the gun from behind his pillow.
He points it to his head.
Gripping it tightly he begins to sweat
He cries for a little while struggling with the thought of pulling the trigger.
Then without realizing what he had done,
The world went black around him.
Feeling neither pain nor regret, he lies motionless
No one was there.
He was all alone.
He's all alone.
He had neither friends nor family.
He lived even without God.
For he has tried to kill himself.
No one caring enough to ask why.
He lives in a world that couldn't possibly be fit for anyone.
He just stares out his window looking at the rain.
Wishing he could just leave this world behind.
No one has ever tried to stop him,
they just criticize him and tell him not to ever do it again.
But life has no meaning for him.
He just wants to go.
Without thought of consequence he has decided to leave.
He takes the gun from behind his pillow.
He points it to his head.
Gripping it tightly he begins to sweat
He cries for a little while struggling with the thought of pulling the trigger.
Then without realizing what he had done,
The world went black around him.
Feeling neither pain nor regret, he lies motionless
No one was there.
He was all alone.