A Boy

Fictional narrative poem but some emotons are true, and some of the cenerio

This is not cheer but real-
istic fear. Trials of a hearts last
tear. A boy that long lost hope of a smile. Three tales, 2 deaths.

The room grows silent
when he whispers last words.

Eleven years of age.
As he stands at her decaying
side, his gut pleads itself is wrong.
Her chances plummeted.

As he goes back to
pray to a god who ignores,

her children chose her fate.
Electricity was severed,
releasing her soul with Sun's peak.
Eleven and insane.

The boy now fourteen.
He's now mutilating himself.

He hides in solitary
shadows, watching peers smile so wide.
Belonged everywhere, yet still alone,
crashing further to hell.

He sulks to reliefe.
Praying his cure still hidden.

He arrives to nothing,
yet a smirk twitches at his lip.
He aquired a new sharp friend,
but he cut only two.

Two years with white walls.
He's out but felt safer in.

One day free, one day to
see. He knew survival was short.
Depression dragged him back down.
He lost inner control.

He attacks himself.
Gouging his flesh with nails.

Bleeding from torso up.
Globs of flesh seep from his fingers.
He grabs glock, aims to heart.
Truly smiles finger locks.

The worst to ignore,
Is the beast deep in your chest.