Dead Boy's Poem
So much to die for, Not enough to live for.
A letter of goodbye to no one.
If I had a place, I could call my own
A place to escape from the disdainful people that rule my life,
Then maybe thing would be different.
There became a point where being wanted,
Was a thrill I never knew
So here it is,
My goodbye to all of you.
I wish I didn't feel for you anymore,
I wish it would go away,
But the grip you had upon my heart,
Was taken from me today.
If for once you didn't hurt me
And put me through that pain,
Then maybe, just maybe,
I would have made a gain.
And to those of you I called my friends,
You were all so horrible.
You never really cared,
You just pretended to.
So I hope that you will all see,
That my blood is on your hands,
For the years that you all abused me,
For the years that you put me through hell,
The torture of you words,
The scars you all caused.
So read these words,
As they bury me below
6 feet under,
In a grave marked unknown.