Inside a pitch black coffin,
Being lowered down
Being lowered 6 feet in.
People around crying,
Hang on,
This was n t right,
Who would cry for him?
He didn’t know these people,
They were strangers
They were unknown
Woman, Man and child,
Over from England they had flown,
But why would they want to see him?
These people were his family,
He did not kill his mother,
His father did not abuse him
His siblings were not full of hate
He was adopted,
He did not leave his mother,
His mother left him,
Lived a life of pain
Did n t even know his twin brother’s name
They got what they deserved,
The death of their first born son
They left him with a broken heart, and n continuous wound
Even though they WERE on the same world,
And looked upon the same sun and moon
Yet he was never saved.
So he committed suicide,
But in my opinion,
They were the ones who sinned,
Not him.
For his entire life he believed no one cared nor noticed
The negative sides of life were where he focussed
Believed he was condemned to a life of misery
But someone did notice,
Someone did care,
And that someone was Me.
