he was
he was the boy who lived long ago,
he was the boy no one wanted to know.
he was the boy who no one ever really cared for,
he was the boy who no one ever really saw.
he was the boy with no one to love,
he was the boy no one ever thought of.
he was the boy trying to hide his depression,
he was the boy for whom the phyitrist never time had for a sesion.
he was the boy the wourd turned their back on,
he was the boy who was always shun.
he was the boy with scars on his wrist,
he was the boy who wished he did'nt exisisted.
he was the boy with no one to turn to,
he was the boy who not even his family knew.
he was the boy who no one came to when he cried,
he was the boy who died...
by Michael Frisicaro
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
VERY DESCRIPTIVE, IT MAKES YOU FEEL YOUKNOW THE BOY AND ACTUALLY FEEL FOR HIM. GOOD WORK. **I WILL MAKE U GO CRAZY! ! ! **