The boy who I see
cries himself to sleep.
His beautiful eyes
are thinking to end his deams.
No dear don’t cry
promise you wont say goodbye.
My friend died
and ive gotten so many advice.
My poor boy
I know people treated you as a toy.
But im here
cant you hear?
I’m sorry
I was just worried.
And now I stand here on your grave
wishing you could have said i made it through my tearful way
i say
Goodbye to the boy with the tearing beautiful blue eyes
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Poems ..Help People in need
PoetryWhy do people ask for help when the people you ask cant even save themselves.