People think boys don't self-harm
That they don't suffer wanting to cut up their arms
But these people are wrong
Let me tell you of a boy I once knew
He was suffering with depression just like me and you
No one cared to notice he was around
That is why he always wore a frown
He had a hard life getting bullied at school
Because he was gay, they didn't think he was cool
We grew up together
We met when we were three
He always told me he wanted to hang himself from a tree
This boy I loved very much
Was only a Freshman at a school
Where you have to be tough
He walked up to me before we went to class
He told me he loved me and that his suffering won't last
Before I could ask him "What do you mean"
He walked away with a smile that gleamed
The moment class begun
The sound of a gun came from the vents
I knew right then what he had done
The boys just shouted and all the girls shook
I stood up and ran towards the sound
My teacher yelling at me to sit down
There were people lined up outside the boys bathroom
What I saw I cannot describe
But on the walls was written his goodbye
This boy ended his suffering the only way he knew how
He put the gun to his chest and screamed "How about now!"
"Was it worth all your ridiculous fun, all your puns and jokes! Do you like me now that I've got a gun, ready to put a hole in my chest! Am I good enough now! I'm ready to die, waiting for death with no tears in my eye! I'm tired of living in this sinful world, where you're pushed around and beat to death! For being different, not like the rest! Tired of crying everyday! Tired of trying! I'm putting my suffering to an end! Right where it all begun!"
The kids all cried which made no sense
Because no one talked to him they built up a fence
They all laughed in his face
Making him feel like he was a disgrace
Nothing pissed me off more
Then seeing the guy he loved
Watch his tears drip on the floor
I walked up to him and punched him in the face
"Why are you crying!? You were part of this, Chase!"
"He told you he loved you all you did was laugh, told him to go home and kill himself in a bath!"
I will never forget my best friend. Who took his life because of the men
Who treated him poorly for being different
I wish I could tell him that his mother misses him
And that his father took his life because he didn't listen
YOU ARE READING
Traurig
Poetry❝I had to close that window or else she'd go on jumping out of it forever.❞ / / © The Virgin Suicides