and so they found the boy hagning from a tree, lifeless in the wind, opened wrists are bloody, and in his hands they found a note, the last note he ever wrote
and it fallows
'to the neglecting parents and the betraying friends, to the lusting lovers, and judging peers, to the condemning judges, and high standard classes, to the hateful teachers and the hurtful classmates'
'i have this much to say...'
'on your hands is written in blood, the name of your victim in this torrential flood, forever shall thine hands be stained with this letters author's name'
his name is the freak, the outkast, the unloved, the unwanted, the undesirable, the alone, and above else, the one you never thought would do it
the one who took his own life, because you took it away from me first
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice poem-must have emanated straight from your hurt feelings. Keep in up sathya narayana