Alex Forlorn

A bullied child could no longer stand being alone.

Alex Forlorn

Are you happy now?

Are you proud of my blood stained brow?

I can’t help but think who the next target will be.

I can’t help but wonder if anyone will hear their plea.

Silently yet severely I screamed in torment.

No one cared enough to hear my lament.

You made sure I would be cast aside,

and that no one was around when I cried.

It’s a good thing I was alone,

for my sin of living I seeked to atone.

I remember the gun was cold as it kissed my head,

the bullet was painless as it fulfilled my desire to be dead.

At my funeral you actually cried,

cried like a child whose play time was denied.