I wrote this and i am very proud of it. Even though it sucks. -_______-


He covers his arm to hide the scar
He remembers someone saying no one cares who you are
He bought a ticket and came to the dance
He gave socializing one last chance
He sat in the back from everyone He fled
He cut up his arms and cried as he bled
People kept away as he bled on the floor
Tears ran down his face as he bled some more
What is he doing?
How long has he cried?
They asked as they watch
this silent suicide
his parents always said he could do better
they never tried
to keep his hopes up
they brought them down
He cries every night
but not anymore
he goes to fight for his cuases
but this army has no need for him
so he fights
and watches his friend die
death after death
he tries to forsee
the future he proceives
he has found ture love
then again it won't end
this life he sees
is an illusion
he shots and he ducks
so the truth can't find him
it hides for some
others it finds and kills
he tries to find the cure
but he finds the dirt
in his swollen face
covered in blood
and never shaved
he shoots the man
that never speaks
a blood covered can
filled with his nightmares
it gives him light
and yet it fills him with Hate
this dead soul he lives on
this body hes not REALLY fond of
mabye death is the better anserw.