His Suicidal Freedom
A poem
Published in
Dec 11, 2020
When the pain became too much for him to bear, he cried;
that was the only way his pain would fade;
But they called him names and told him that boys don’t cry;
A few years later, when he cried, they questioned if he was fit to be an adult;
When he cried a few days back, they called him an attention seeker,
Now, over his mangled suicidal corpse,
they posted RIP messages to his social media timeline.
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