This is the story about a sad little boy,
where all his life he was treated like a toy.
He was used, and abused, because no one cared,
But he always stood back up, that much he dared.
Hated by his family, stressed by his life,
He always found comfort in a sharp metal knife.
Minute by minute he'd bleed out his sorrow,
Never knowing if he would see tomorrow.
His life, he knew, couldn't get worse from here,
so he always snuck out, drank liquor and beer.
With every little hit that he would take,
His life grew shorter, there's no mistake.
When people would ask he'd just say, "I'm fine"
He sounded so fake, like reading from a line.
Constantly rejected, he was soon casted out,
He then turned to drugs, a new addiction no doubt.
Day by day, his end soon drew near,
Carved on his arms were, "Go Die" and "Fear."
Then one day after smoking some pot,
He pulled the trigger and it ended with one shot.
Now as we stand here with this boy gone and dead,
He lives in a world without feeling so dread.
All because he never knew,
The power of those words, "I love you."

If only,, If only,, A child should never go unloved, un-feed the growth of life one can only
imagine how incredible the world truely would and can be,,,
A very vivid write,, a reality I deal with daily,, Parents, society should open there eyes
and listen I mean truely listen,, this story may
never have been told

Beautiful write,,,

Thank you

I wrote this poem mostly as fiction
But a lot of it comes from my own experiences
Now I'm still here and not dead..
I know what it's like to not be loved by a parent
And that's a feeling that inspired that poem
No matter how hard I tried
I was always knocked down
Rejected by this parent
And by others
But I persisted
And here I am stronger than ever
Though it does bother me that I have never been loved by that parent..
I still have the other one
And I have found happiness in that.

This is the story about a sad little boy,
where all his life he was treated like a toy.
He was used, and abused, because no one cared,
But he always stood back up, that much he dared.
Hated by his family, stressed by his life,
He always found comfort in a sharp metal knife.
Minute by minute he'd bleed out his sorrow,
Never knowing if he would see tomorrow.
His life, he knew, couldn't get worse from here,
so he always snuck out, drank liquor and beer.
With every little hit that he would take,
His life grew shorter, there's no mistake.
When people would ask he'd just say, "I'm fine"
He sounded so fake, like reading from a line.
Constantly rejected, he was soon casted out,
He then turned to drugs, a new addiction no doubt.
Day by day, his end soon drew near,
Carved on his arms were, "Go Die" and "Fear."
Then one day after smoking some pot,
He pulled the trigger and it ended with one shot.
Now as we stand here with this boy gone and dead,
He lives in a world without feeling so dread.
All because he never knew,
The power of those words, "I love you."