He thought it would go away
all his pain he couldn't say
how it made him feel dead
how it stole his happiness and fled
everything he felt the need to say
was washed away with his blood that day
he took his life and threw it away
while others begged him to stay
though they didn't know
what he didn't show
all the bruises all the scars
his sorrow were the bars
that locked him inside
till that day when he died
he cried though only he knew
the pain that he had to go through
each day it was the same things
though now he has his wings
no more sorrow no more pain
no more pain to entertain
he asks if you knew why
you sit there and cry
life was not appealing to him
when it was filled with pain to the brim
he is now free from bleeding
he asks if this poem is impeding
take your stand
lend a hand
save a life
stop the strife
stop bullying