• He sits alone
    reading his books
    trying to escape
    the overwhelming reality
    and the pain he feels.
    Everyday.

    Beneath the pages
    the characters are his friends
    their world is his own
    his happiness comes from them
    or so he wishes.
    Everyday.

    Their taunts he can't escape
    their words linger in the darkness of his mind
    until he can't escape
    the horrible worthlessness
    and emptiness he feels.
    Everyday.

    He finds the gun
    in his daddy's secret drawer
    he holds onto the trigger
    prepares for the emptiness
    prays he'll go to heaven.
    Today.

    His name and picture
    are on the headlines of the news
    they say that he took his life
    and that he was such a quiet boy.
    The quiet was truly his screaming.
    Yesterday.

    His name is on a rock
    engraved in cursive writing
    date of birth and date of death
    is all the cursive says.
    R.I.P., pray you'll find happiness wherever you are.
    Tomorrow.