Young boy

The death of the young boy was sad
no one ever knew all the problems he had
all his parents ever did was make him mad
how much he watched himself as he bled

it felt so good to him at that moment
nothing was never said
he always were long sleeves and never showed his arms
scarred of what people might think
in a dark whole is where he felt he had to sleep

the scares so deep
everyone thought he was a creep
his parents never knew how much they hurt him
everything they said made him carve into his skin

they always thought everything was okay
until one day

they walked into his room adn there he ly dead with a note beside him and read

for all the words you ever said here are the scars for you hurting me every time i heard you say i should be dead. here is your wish now i am. here are the scars left behind to show you i hated you look at what YOU made me do..

<3R-JAY!