• he is laying, out of breath
    his time has come, his time for death
    he is sick of being beaten senseless every night
    feeling his own pain, just isn't right
    his ribs are broken, his chest is bruised
    so tired of being used
    his father's own personal punching bag
    while everyone at school calls him a "f**"
    he knows he must embrace his pain
    but he lost it all in a blood red stain
    tying a rope from a high tree
    he knows soon he will be free
    he has no friends that will care
    he says it's okay cause he can bare
    he finishes tying the rope around his throat
    not feeling guilty about the letter he wrote
    he jumped from tree
    suspended in the air
    he doesn't struggle, his eyes soon became a blank stare
    he is found by his brothers
    so they run and tell there mother
    his mother started crying
    inside she was dying
    his father could care less
    he thought to himself
    "without him, life would be best"
    at the open casket funeral, family members cry
    as he is dismissed into the sky