A/N: My friend named this poem for me, and she edited it and changed some lines around, but I wrote it two days before Christmas. (Dec. 25) So please tell me what you think, and what I may need to approve on, thank you! ~April
He lay on the floor,
Death grasping his heart,
His mother sobbed and ran,
The sight tearing her apart.
There lay her boy,
Destroyed by his own hand,
A bloody knife by his side,
All horribly grand.
His eyes gone from their sockets,
His ears cut from his head,
His father stared at the sight,
His little boy was dead.
How could this happen?
How could it be?
Everyone thought he was happy.
Soon we would see.
His mother sobbed, the boy grew cold,
His father took the note from his fist.
He stared at the note written in blood,
And it went something like this:
â??Here I lay, here I bleed,
As I write this out,
My dear parents, I love you true,
But I wish not to hear you shout.
â??I was so happy today,
I refused to frown,
I met a girl Iâ??m glad to have met,
And nothing could bring me down.
â??That is until I saw her,
Behind the school making out,
So I would never see that pain,
I tore my own eyes out.
â??Then when I got home,
Almost in tears,
You yelled at me,
And hence, I lost my ears.
â??I wished not to see her ever,
And I wished never to hear,
Now death will take my away,
But itâ??s your love I fear.
â??Mother I donâ??t know what you thought,
That day that you gave birth,
But please I wish to know,
To you how much was I worth?
â??Did you care, my mother, dear?
Or did you really not?
You may have told me once,
But through your yells, I forgot.
â??And my father who taught me much,
About life as a man,
You were as great a man could be,
But from your fists, I ran.
â??How could you do this to me?
I thought I was your son,
So, I give up, good-bye and farewell!
For now, my life is done.â??
A/N: Thank you for reading and please review and rate! Thank you! ~April
