The Boy Who Flew

The boy stood at the edge
He looked up and down, side to side
He just wanted to end the fight
the one he called his life

And so he jumped

He fell through the air, so graceful and serene
Life so short, he was only just a teen
All his life invisible and unseen
Ending it with all the means

And when his inner cranium became exposed
All his doors became closed
All the knowledge he'd been saving for college had all been demolished
All because his depression no one did acknowledge

Still life went on
As it always has
The skies remained blue
The grass stayed green too
Because in the end
Nobody really knew
Whose blood on the ground did spew

This poem is about: 
Me

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