So this is based off a song called dark enough. I just changed it a little because it was based off a girl so I made it based off a guy. All credit goes to the singer/Writer.
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Their is a boy
In the front of my class
Who I swear I've never seen
Do anything but laugh.
He's tall and he's smart
Handsome and strong
And when someone's down
He tries to fix what's wrong.
How does someone so perfect
Feel so insecure
As to scar his skin with cuts
And still want to hurt more?
How does someone so loving
Learn to hate his own guts
Drawing a picture on his arm
With a blade, as if his mind isn't dark enough?
Their is a boy
In the front of my class
Whose eyes are glazed over
Like newly cut glass
A ghost of a smile
Hints at his face
And he laughs as they tell him, whose on first base.
How does someone so perfect
Feel so insecure
As to scar his skin with cuts
And still want to hurt more?
How does someone so loving
Learn to hate his own guys
Drawing a picture on his arm with a blade, as if his mind isn't dark enough?
Their is a boy
In the front of my class
Whose so sad
You'd find if rare to see him laugh
His friends tell him jokes
Like the one with the guy
But all he does is closes his eyes.
Their was a boy
In the front of my class
Who yesterday, took a breath that would be his last.
He wrote a few notes:
"I'm sorry I didn't say,
But my mind was messed up
You couldn't save me anyway.
And to the girl, in the back of the room
Who feels the way I did.....
How does someone so beautiful,
Feel so insecure,
As to scar her skin with cuts
And still want to hurt more?"
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Suicide quotes.
RandomSuicide is never the answer. Suicide is a question, and the answer is no.
