I am...aware.
He was never pissed, never pissed
He just sat and wished
Someone would notice and focus
Their attention
His way.
Every day he would pray
for a hey
But there was nothing there.
No one cared.
No hugs from parents no high fives from friends
And that's when he started with his sins:
Little acts of misbehaving
Trying to get some of the attention he was craving
But there was nothing.
He had to do something
So he came up with a new act
Started dressing in black
But still no one would react.
It went from simple stressing
to full on depression.
And he never wrote
but I quote:
"I'm the invisible guy.
Would they notice if I cry?
Would they care if I die?
I could be up in the sky
Looking at my body lying there empy
And no one would notice
me lying there
Simply.
And I might weep.
But the angels, they would sweep
And comfort me.
And that's where I want to be."
That was the end of his note
He grabbed a chair and a rope
Put one under his feet, and one around his throat
And he jumped with a grin
That he never lost until
The end.
And as his body flopped out in every angle
He reached out his arms
to be hugged by an angel.