This is How it turned out to be

This is the way things turned out to be.
By: Zachary Coughlin

I wake up ever evening
drenched in sweat
with a single thought
and what it meant

a kid that was born and raised
beat to the bone then pampered to death
father and mother who never spoke
as the kid they loved takes his final breath

he sits in his room
cries tears of pain
as his mother lays back
and thinks he's such a shame

as the sun begins to set
he sits in his room alone
the boy is left with nothing but regret
nothing but his pain to show.

He goes through this
all the time
he stumbles and falls down
then acts like he is fine

No one is listening
as he starts to crumble
he breaks down
as he starts to stumble.

Some days are harder then others
but what would you say if I told you
there all the same to me
and what do you think I should do

“Keep your head up high”
they all used to say
I'm going to close my eyes
if that’s okay

I feel as if I’m the only one
the only one who fights
as if I’ve ever won
I just turn out my light.

Father how could you let her do this to me?
Your son is now bleeding to death
he's lost so much blood he can't see
say goodbye as he takes his final breath

He was worse then the rest
who ever thought he’d be the best
he made the cut, pasted the test
say goodbye you little pest

Author's Note

Ignore spelling and grammar, not the best at it anyways

Reviews

[paparapapa]

The flow's a little bit rough, but still, I liked the poem. One can definitely sense the sadness being conveyed. You've expressed a raw emotion well. Good job. ;)