this boy (a poem by me) written 8/25/08

this boy--he sits by himself; he likes to be by himself. people try to be his friends, but he turns them all away. he sits alone--isolating himself--thinking of sad thoughts. thinking of sad thoughts. these thoughts aren't sad to him--but he knows that if he exercised them, he'd tear people apart. he thinks of killing himself. he cuts himself for no reason. he cries at night for no reason. his parents argue every night; swearing and using violence. they tell him that they just don't love each other anymore. then his parents go at it again and he runs upstairs to his room and hides in his closet.
that night,
he left the house
and didn't come back.
they found his body in the nearest lake--floating above the surface. he drowned himself. his parents knew he couldn't swim.
it was the perfect suicide.
later in the morning,
they found a note.
'I cant take it anymore. I'm dying.'