Lost Boy Poem by Alex Retzlaff

I cant wait until i get out of this hell hole. Where people act like hot coal. Im about to explode. i do not mean to be prude but this place has some grieving attitude. Everywhere i walk people stare. They all give me the death glare. I feel alone as hard as stone. My life goes great then fate brings me back to a closed gate. I am walking into open despair where there is no room for repair. No one knows what it feels like, no one knows how hard my life is. Twists, turns, and flips all day long. It's like an endless repeated song. All of this excruciating pain i go through, when is it all going to end and be true? My insides are cold, blue, and empty. Is my life a living lie? A fairy tale that is seeming like an unfortunate cry of desperation? My friends now turn into enemies. There are never any new remedies to fix all the mistakes i have gone through. Tears roll down my face and all i can see is a lost boy with the word disgrace imprinted on his forehead. A boy who was once united with everybody but now they all turn their backs like he is a nobody. His throat closes up and he begins to choke on his words. That's how much he is worth. The exasperation on his face and his skin complexion turning purple each choked word. death feels near and all you see is a warm bloody tear streaming from his eye at the last breath. his last words were im a lost boy at a deadly cost.