This is a poem I made for my boyfriend Gareth Fear (hence the topic title, lol). Enjoy
A mouth with a zip,
The owner too scared to undo it,
A heart without a beat,
Cracking into peices from the pain.
The thoughts inside
The threats outside
Pain, suffering, unfairness
Why to him?
To someone who never done anyone else any harm
But then thought of doing harm to himself.
He sits alone, by the bridge on the train line,
With no one to talk to, but alot to think about.
He sits there, battered and bruised,
Emotionally and physically ripped apart,
Tears building up in his bright brown eyes,
Wanting to be invisable.
Why him?
Does anyone see his pain?
Does anyone even care?
Has anyone noticed hes already dead?
