Gave Up To The Point

Bleeding and bruised

He was lying on the floor.

Once again kids picked on him at school.

Getting up hurts but lying on the

Floor of the school won’t help him get home.

“HOME! HA!” what a funny thought he found it to be.

“ It ain’t a home. It’s more of abuse shelter.”

He told himself as he got up and started

To walk towards more beating.

Looking into the poor boys eyes

All you will see is a hurting and trapped soul

Inside of a dead boy.

Don’t believe those eyes ever seen

A good and happy day.

Getting home was more hopeful for him

Then he hoped it to be.

Quickly he raced up the stairs and into his room.

Laying in bed he was holding a raiser.

Next thing you know his wrists were bleeding.

That’s the only pain he knew that didn’t come

From another human being, but himself alone.

This time it was more than a silly

Thing a teenager would do.

“Hold on!” thought ran through his mind.

“Hold on to what?!” He kept fighting himself.

Before he knew it everything was going black,

And the body temperature was dropping.

“This is my ticket out.”

Seventeen years old, Corbin, was gone

From this world forever now.

No more homecoming game,

No more homecoming Queens and Kings scenes,

No more that little taste of Prom for him.

Classmates and parents standing at his grave

Sorry,
Didn’t realized it was that bad.

Sorry,
Didn’t help him to come back.

Sorry,
Didn’t help him succeed his dreams.

Sorry,
Is just a word now that have took a life

Of an innocent boy with unfinished dreams and plans.