The glimmer in his smile Never seemed to fade. But his smile was seen less often As things began to gray. He remained to look the same to them Except the dark circles in his eyes. But little did they know of the scars Upon his thighs. You see he was intelligent The razor never kissed his arms. Instead it cut across his legs So they couldn't see self-harm. Days turned into weeks, As months turned into years. And slowly but surely He turned his friends into peers. As life continued as it does He was never questioned. And even if he was, He'd never admit depression. Always being forced to Fit the mold of those he hated. The scars upon his legs Never ever faded. He did as they ordered Yet they were unimpressed. So he went and found a way To cope with all the stress. It all was too much to handle So he decided to end his crisis. With one last breath of air He made his final slices. For a moment time stood still As they all heard the news. A funeral was planned so they could Pay their final dues. They all stood together Talking beneath the sun. Saying that they wish there was Something they could've done.
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