Green Rag

A little boy sits in a room with tear filled eyes,
With the nickname forced upon him,
Is it any wonder why he sits there and cries,
With the nickname Green Rag impaled within him.

His mother said he was an accident,
A drunken one night stand
She never felt any excitement
The moment he came into the world.

Every day the torments carry on
And with each one the weaker he gets
With nothing left for him to abandon
He feels it was the way to go.

Sitting in the corner of a locked room
With a shiny metal razor to hand
No more of being locked within his tomb
As the glistening stream begins to flow

Relief spreads through his tingling hands
As the razor drops to the floor
Ready now to perform his final commands
With a bottle of bleach sat beside him

Suddenly the key to the door turns
He has to think quickly so he downs the bottle.
Slowly everything going dizzy as it burns
His mother walks in with mouth to the ground.

A note she finds on the floor
Picking it up, she reads it ...You did this... it reads
Dropping the note she flees to the door
And it was then she realised she had a 7 year old son to care for.

-------------------NOT TRUE STORY-------------------

Story: A boy, who his mother was ashamed of, got told all of his life he was a worthless green rag and he got tormented everyday. But untill he killed himself it was then his mother realised what she had and then she regretted it.

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