In The End

How'd it ever get this far?
A boy without a dream,
all he wanted was to be seen!
He cuts his wrists and makes them bleed:
for the scars he seems to need,
to show it off to all his friends,
so the attention he gets, never ends.

A new day comes,
with no new scars.
He's fighting now:
losing for the bruises;
to show his friends,
for attention he craves!
All the pain it costs,
the marks he bares.
Such reputation is his,
but no one cares.

A loner now he calls himself.
The attention he wants, there is no way,
yet he seeks it, still, from those around,
who do their best to look away.
still, they see him bleed,
to their dismay!
dripping blood he walks away,
to show someone, who might care,
on this day!
but no one looks, and no one cares,
just another mark among the rest.
As he grows old, the scars don't fade,
a message, that will trail him to the grave.
Now he knows, why no one cared:
He joined the masses, just too late.
A date he won't remember,
no one shall,
a day, where one more boy,
joined them all!

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1. Tatiana says:

   Heavy...it makes me think about how many "loners" are crying outloud in an empty place...thinking that no one cares...