Pain

You see the kid everyday in the halls,
Always walking with no one at all,
Never a smile but always a frown,
He tries to hide the pain deep down,
Never a laugh but always a cry,
He’s just another stranger passing by,
The scars on his wrists bring blood like rain,
Which serves as a remembrance of all the pain,
He doesn’t want to live anymore,
Says "Gods got another plan in store,"
As he runs the blade across his wrist,
He thinks of everything he will miss,
He closes his eyes and wishes for death,
He takes his last and final breath,
His head grows light, his knees go weak,
But this wasn’t the escape he seeked,
He regrets the "accident" as he falls,
No longer to be seen in these halls,
That’s the story of my friend, never will I see him again.