I Knew A Boy

I knew a boy with blonde shaggy hair

I was always there.

I knew a boy with the deepest blue eyes,

No one but me, knew of the cuts along his thighs.

I knew a boy who always wanted to be heard.

His parents at home thought his rambles where absurd.

I knew a boy who had a dimple on his left cheek, but not none on his right

He eventually gave up, on the everlasting fight.

The wind is howling outside, and the demons done got in,

Because he pulled the trigger and in the left hand, was a pen.

On a single sheet of paper, was just a few words,

"I'm sorry, Kacey. For the trouble I will cause.

But, to everyone else, I'm not sorry at all."

Now we're at the funeral home,

Where he's buried six feet done, and his soul will now roam.

And as everyone was driving away,

I mumble to myself, "Hyde, why didn't you stay?"

 

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