They called him fat and all these names
Who knew how much more weight he'd gain?
The said he was ugly
Not wanted around
Who knew he'd be the one they called class clown?
He cried all the time and had a bad mood
He wonderd how people could be so curle
He had alot of depression and low selfesteem.
There was no way little children could be so mean
He thought there was no one like him, he didn't have a friend.
They found him the next day hung in his room
They thought it was a joke, they only assumed
They found out it was real they made a mistake,
and now the lost boy's gone to another place
this poem is dedicated to my best friend in the world James. Who killed himself in the second grade.
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