They called him fat and all these names Who knew how much more weight he'd gain? The said he was ugly Not wanted around Who knew he'd be the one they called class clown? He cried all the time and had a bad mood He wonderd how people could be so curle He had alot of depression and low selfesteem. There was no way little children could be so mean He thought there was no one like him, he didn't have a friend. They found him the next day hung in his room They thought it was a joke, they only assumed They found out it was real they made a mistake, and now the lost boy's gone to another place
this poem is dedicated to my best friend in the world James. Who killed himself in the second grade.
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