Today,
The light in the sky
Went out.
The bright sun is gone,
...
Life,
It's not perfect.
There's happiness and sandness,
Smiles and frowns,
...
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,
...