Death.

His name known to many, died today.
His body lay open to public display.
Though many knew his name, nobody came.
His story ends here tonight.

At such a young age, his heart was black.
Used by many, too scared to fight back.
Only wanted love, never asked for much.
Everyday another hug, every night another touch.

People whisper "Pathetic." if he tells them why.
People laugh and taunt if he starts to cry.
So he keeps it inside, not a soul to tell
Nobody around to hear his farewell.

One good friend is all he had.
His intentions were good, but his words were bad.
Always spoke out of love, didn't think for too long.
To him it sounded good, to his friend.. all wrong.

Even in heaven, his soul still cries.
Nobody was gathered, not even the flies.
A life so pointless, not a single soul cried.
A death so unnoticed, nobody knew that he died.