May 07 2008
A Few Harsh Words
I sit by the boy who everyone picks on
The lonely boy who everyone hurts
We sit in silence for a bit
My heart pounding, my head swimming
He looks over at me and smiles
A weak fragile smile
His eyes drown in sorrow and pain
Yet he smiles
I ask him why does he smile
How can he smile
He looks into my eyes
And says something I will never forget
He says, “my dear, there are worse things
then a few harsh words
worse things then a lonely life
There are wars at home
That see no end
There are pregnant children
That have lost the joy of childhood
There are murders
For reasons that make no sense
Like for gayness
Or for jealousy
There are kids out there that have
no family to fall back on
There are people
Who have no home
No job
No money
There are people who are abused and hated just
Because someone thinks them weird or weak
There are children whose
parents openly hate them.
There are people who can’t trust or love
Because someone they loved destroyed their heart
There are people who know no love
All they ever known was hate
There are kids who feel like
Their world is coming to an end
There are people who kill themselves
because no one cares
There are children who have to hide the bruises
Their parents give them
There are girls who hate touch
Because of what their fathers did
So my dear there are worse things
Then a few harsh words.”
When he finished there were tears sticking to his lashes
My own eyes brimming with tears
He smiles, clasping my hand in his
The contact causing me to look at him
His eyes smile into mine
And for a second
The world seems sane
I’ve had people ask me…if this boy is real….To them i would say nope, just a character…..
well in a way he is real……alot of the things he says have been based off of things that have happened to me and people I know…….the boy is based off of my views on life and the attitude of a few of my friends and I…… but basically the boy is my voice in the form of a young boy(talk about sexchange….haha)
I wrote this poem at one of the lowest points in my life…..where everything seemed to go to Hell in a hand basket…(pardon the use of hell)…….And i’m not one of those people who thinks that i’m the only one in pain……everyone has their own silent(or not so silent) battles that they have to face……I’ve stated quite a few in this poem….
I also wrote this poem for this girl who was talking about suicide because her boyfriend thought some other chick pretty…..OH MY GOD! how selfish and stupid can she be? She is not the only “pretty” girl out there, and who cares if someone is prettier…UGH….now that my rant is over……
No responses yet
