Sweet Soul

There was this boy that I use to know,
He was proud of the big heart he use to show
Sadly for him he learned that others hearts were full of fools gold.
Oh it hurt him and it turned him to stone,
now he's a monster that wants nobody to see
the thing he's become and he's begging please,
'if I come out they'll all be scared of me'.
He's tried everything to get better,
he even tried patching his torn heart with leather.
He's picked up all the pieces and tried gluing it back together,
I didn't do anything I thought it would just make him tougher.
But I loved him with every scar he made,
I hoped that one day I could help all those scars fade.
Yet he gave up and set his soul a flame,
he said there was no point trying to fix something that would stay the same.
That's when it all changed.
We found out he took his life that day.
Others weeped crying they knew him but all they did was look through him!
He's gone never to return as I'm left to sit and cry,
trying to remember the sweet soul that was pressured to die.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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