Some says he fell of the bridge,
The news says that too,
But they don't even have a single clue.
...
He is silently crying,
Tired of trying,
Now he's about to try,
Something new,
Like dying,
And hoping,
He'll succeed.
No one noticed him cry,
They thought those sobs were joy,
He's in pain and agony,
A very poor boy.
Such a young age,
With a very few pages of life,
He touched the railings,
Like a trigger from a gun,
And a blade from a knife,
And prayed for "the end" to begin.
And so he fell with his salty tears,
Down into the vein of fears,
Acceptance of fate into his own hands,
Death welcomed him like an old friend.
People around him are too blind,
An excuse was made,
"He fell off the bridge! "
He might be too young,
Physically,
But his mentality has been through a lot,
And it already has a capacity to meet "suicide ".
....