He sat alone in the cold,
Thinking to himself, wondering why,
Did he carry the cross by himself.

He thought about his life,
And tried to find some light,
But all he saw in his life,
Was darkness back as night.

He thought about his family,
Thought about his friends,
They were no where to be found,
And they swore until the end.

None understood him,
No one really cared,
No one was there to hold him,
Even when he was scared.

He was the black sheep,
The one out of the crowd,
Just to get attention,
He had to scream out loud.

He finally wrote the letter,
Sealed it with a kiss,
Wondering who would miss him,
The odd kid.

He looked around one last time,
Took his final breath,
Then he closed eyes,
The noose around his neck.

The morning sun glared brightly,
As his mother cried aloud,
For when she called out to him,
He didn't make a sound.

And finally on the dresser,
Wrapped in red and black,
Was the letter he had written,
And the reason he was not coming back.

"I know no reason to go on,
No one knows I'm here,
My whole life was filled with no laughter,
Only tears."

"my friends have all forsaken me,
Put me to the test,
I tried to live a little longer,
I really tried my best."

"This cross was just to heavy,
To bear it all alone,
Just put this simple message upon my head stone".

Here lies I,
The boy who no one knew, a stranger in his own world,
But now I finally have some peace,
My wings are now unfurled!
 

Posted on 6th, 2002