He was a sweet little boy,
With the wings of an angel.
He tried so hard,
But he just couldn't handle.
An innocent soul,
Tortured and beaten,
Now took the fall;
He was no longer breathing.
Why has he done this?
No one will know.
But this boy's soul,
Was far more than a show.
He put on a smile;
Such a happy little thing.
Though behind blue,
Showed the pain deeply hidden.
Before he had fell,
He said his goodbyes;
To his butler,
The one he most desired.
One hell was given,
Though a sad one it was.
He would be reunited with his brother,
Because he had died.
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Sad Poems
Poetrya variety of losses, regrets, and depression wrapped into a mess of a poem book started: 04.29.15 completed: 06.24.19 a book that has existed almost as long as I have on here. thank you for giving my story a chance (my apologies if some are really c...
