Hm.. ok. Det her er ikke et helt nyt digt... bare et jeg sender ind for at sende noget ind x'DD Der er sikkert nogle stavefejl og stuff. But .. yeah, well.. her har I det så :]
he's holding the knife in his hand
the tears are streaming down his face
he's crying 'cause he has no friend
in his life there's no light ways
the knife touches his skin
he screams because of the pain
the room starts to spin
he's hurt, but he can't complain
it was his own fault, they said
they said he deserved to be ruined
"they are right." he whispers as the thoughts go through his head
he remembers the dark place he grew up in
the place he called home
the man with tough fits, he called dad
when the woman who was mom died, he was alone
"you killed her" the man yelled. he hit him 'cause he was mad
"i'm sorry mom." he cries
"it's my fault you died."
"dad, i'm sorry for not being wise."
"i'm sorry for not doing it right."
he can't live through another day
he swallows the pills, there's no way back
now he can't stay
he is off the track
the door opens and a man steps inside
slowly he walks over to the bed
he stares at the boy. "why didn't i come last night?"
he sees the spots, they're red
he never asked for forgiveness for what he did
now it's too late
the love he wanted to give, he just forbid
"Lord, please look after him." he prayed