This poem was one of my first poems I have ever wrote. I don't remember what was runnning through my head when I wrote this. These children, teens, and even adults end up killling themselves because of the monsters who torment and harrass the human beigs who are different. I'm tired of hearing the stories about suicide victims. I wrote this poem, most likely, to get a point across that if you hurt someone, physically or emotionally, this is what happens.
So many have cried,
They felt no one tried,
...
Today
Today,
The light in the sky
Went out.
The bright sun is gone,
Hidden by clouds
Frowned upon.
All above has turned to gray.
Their hurt and pain
Has made some vain,
It needs to go away,
It hasn't a right to stay.
This trully is a tragic day.
Today,
His children no longer play,
Because they want to fight
With all their might
To save their father's life;
It was lost today.
Rain has began falling
From the sky.
On this day,
My Uncle Ron died.
Today,
I can not lie,
The tears are calling.
Today
Was his last day,
And his soul
Has slipped silently
Away.