Love Story....

A kid died today...

How could he have survived,

If he was a crime?

Was it his fault he liked boys ?

Did that give those boys the right to play with him

Like one of their toys .

All of them say he had a choice ,

To fight and be a "man "

But all he was , was a boy .

Is the world blind?

A child died,

But nobody believed him when he cried

Only 15 ,

Why was he tied to the Bathroom floor?

Did the other kids see him as something they could own?

Why was his innocence taken away as a loan?

How could he have changed himself?

Did he have to lie to himself?

To be born this way,

To die this way,

How long can we pray?

To cast away

The beliefs to the bay...

That child tried to be strong,

The struggle had been long,

Where did he go wrong?

Did he deserve this,

The treatment of a pessimist?

The bullying wasn’t cool,

He was swimming in his own pool

of gloom

everyday,

He lost touch of his happiness

Fighting to live until the next day

How can love be wrong?

Isn't it supposed to make us strong?

Then why did they take it

as the cause

Of everything that’s false

Was it his fault

That he was chosen

To love me?

Was it his fault that they chose to abuse him

And didn’t even ask for a fee?

He forgot to eat that day,

Saw no other way,

Hoping it would end him

Faster than a court case

He begged his mum to stop this,

Hoped she had the power to control their fists,

She couldn’t stop them from making him feel like shit,

Spent his time thinking

It would’ve been better if

“ I didn’t come out of the closet”

He didn’t want to go to school,

That was his only rule,

Cuz he knew

He would have to go through

His daily 5 minute schedule

In the restroom

How could they be this cruel?

Distracted himself,

Painted,

Every moment his heart racing,

No use of private casing,

His body was up for public campaigning ,

His life plan was failing,

The memories weren’t fading

Do I have it in me

to write another song

Of the love

That I have lost?

Could he come back?

And at what cost?

Would’ve been better

if he had been shot

At least then I wouldn’t have to live with remorse

He ended up a corpse

His mother,

A teacher at the same school,

Where everyone thought of her son a fool,

Just because he liked painting his nails navy blue

What was she going to do ?

The single mother who worked

for her only child

did not live long enough to see the daylight

He wrote a letter to her-

Apologising for the hurt,

Telling her not to iron his shirt

To not clean his bedroom in dirt

How did his best friend

not get the clue?

Hung up the phone one day

Convincing him to stay

One more day

The exam’s the next day

That boy did not know what to do

What did his best friend feel?

When he heard that his friend had

Jumped off the roof

He couldn’t believe it

Not without a shed of proof

But that’s the truth he had to live through.

He saw their eyes,

Those little white lies,

How was he supposed to fight?

Where was the line

That apparently everyone was crossing?

Did it matter what he was wearing?

Weren’t they cruising

On the high tides of his suffering?

From fighting with the pillows

To suffocating himself with them

Did you think he had an escape?

He felt like his worth was less than a used vape

Cuz he was already a used case of rape

How long could he have functioned?

The school never listened

The children were never gonna be ridden

He was 15 years old

How do you expect him to be lightened?

It was a year long cold,

That finally made him fold

The words they said,

Did they even know what they meant?

They spoke them without regret

How did you allow them to get away?

They treated him like a slave

Made him want to pray

To make it to the next day

And now they say

“There shouldn’t be a case”

Wish they could’ve seen his mama’s face

His mum planted jasmine

Where he passed

She had so many questions...

All unanswered

The entire scene covered

Would he have been alive

If he adhered

To the rules that had been feared?

By everyone who looked like his dear .

About : This poem is about a kid who recently killed himself due to bullying he had to endure back at his school. The reason behind it was that he liked painting his nails, liked art and basically all the other things society presume to be "girly" things .

It was very heartbreaking to read his story. This all has been written from a perspective of someone who loved him and knew what he went through. Some things are not true but most of them are. To conclude, it is inspired by true events but it is part fictional .