On the way to school
I'd always sit behind a boy on the bus,
A cute boy with brown hair and brown eyes,
And i'd watch him laugh and play with his mates,
Until we arrived at school.
Later on,
I'd still sit behind the cute boy on the bus,
And i'd watch him wear long sleves in the summer
And laugh half-hartedly,
Until we arrived at school.
Later still,
I'd sit behind the cute boy's seat on the bus,
And i'd watch him sit alone.
And i'd always go and sit beside him
And look into his empty eyes.
Then one day,
I went to sit in my usual place
When the cute boy's mates came up to me.
He'd been found dead in his bathroom,
Two cuts on each wrist,
A pill bottle in his left hand
And a letter in the other.
This letter was for the same girl
Who had watched this boy slowly fade away,
Until he lived no more.
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Quotes and Poems to do with depression/suicide/selfharm
PoetryMost of these will be written by me, and related to me. However that doesn't mean that they can't relate to you too. Also, please don't read this if you're going to hate on me, because that's all i need. By MyLifeIsNotSoCool / stampysquidcakegirl