The Fall

There he stood on the edge of the wall
He looks down and thinks "I want to fall"
What would lead this boy so far?
The pain and the words the created the scars?
Why would he want to die?
Was it that stupid bitch, and her fucking lies?
It began with those nights when he always stayed awake.
He had cried so much he did Nothing but shake.
The next night instead he cut.
Anything to please that fucking slut.
He waits and begins to cut some more.
He screams: "Is this what you wanted you goddamn whore?!"
The blood showed through his shirt.
But emotionally he was so much more hurt.
The things she did...made him so pissed.
He was left with no choice but to slit his wrists.
Still on the edge,  lead there by love.
Maybe if he jumped he could become a dove.
Days pass people still live their lives.
Noone even knows the name of that guy.
Just one nice word could've been used to prevent.
Those cold dark stains of his blood left on the cement.