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by Amanda Aug 22, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about death
There's the little boy with glasses no one notices at all takes the gun points it at his head and to the ground he falls He got made fun of everyday no one even cared everyone would push him around because they had got dared His parents always beat him and told him what they thought that he was worthless a piece of scum that they are disappointed with what they've broughtSoon he couldn't take it and decided to end it then he thought about all his life and wrote it down with pen He wrote a letter to his life and what it had brought him it brought him pain it brought him strife the lights were always dim Nothing was fair nothing was right everything he dealt with always seemed a fight He wrote a letter telling god to wake him from this dream but, this wasn't a dream at all this was really what it seemed The story of the beginning of the end of his very life began like this, after putting up with all the strife Pushed down beaten up trying to hold on know one cared he was all alone he couldn't understand what he did wrong He got home was beaten again by his family they beat him up and sent him to his room and would never let him be All he wanted was for someone to set his spirit free so he could get away from this and be with someone like me Later that night he lies in bed crying himself to sleep tears fall down and stain his cheek as he continues to weep He takes the gun his parents had hid and points it to his head he pulls the trigger and in matter of seconds his heart is soundless and he is dead. He was at peace and in heaven no one could hurt him again He was safe from harm and everyone hadn't even noticed he was dead. By, Amanda Please comment, I need some comments, thanks