R.I.P Riley (Im Sorry)

I wrote this poem for a friend who committed suicide. He hung himself because of things that people said and did to him. The world is a cruel place as provin again and again..

Let me tell you a story,
A story about a boy,
A boy who was an outcast,
An outcast on his own.

Everywhere he went,
He'd hear people say,
"look at that loser, what a freak,"
This went on every single day.

His family was just as bad,
Bad enough to cause him pain,
He hated his life, the world, and people,
Seemed as tho he was suffocated by rain.

He couldn't take it anymore,
The night he ended his life,
Couldn't stand the hurt,
he couldn't make it right.

He wrapped the rope around his neck,
Said "this is it",
"My life is nothing but a wreck"
With one last breath he stepped off the edge.

They say it was an accident,
But I'm not sure its true
I'm sorry for all of this...
I wish i could have helped you...