Misunderstood
Sixteen year old teen, sitting on the sand,
Wanting only to run away in another land.
He has a hard time trying on his feet to stand,
People don’t care and don’t give him a hand.
All they do is stop walking and start to stare,
Of which he gets offended and throws a glare.
They’ll never understand the pain inside,
That for every little thing in his life he lied.
Don’t know what it’s like from everything to run,
Only to end up where the agony first begun.
Eighteen year old girl pressing her hands to her ears,
She’s far too afraid to move and to face her fears.
She was at the hospital, got told that she’ll soon die,
That she can’t do anything but grasp it and start to cry.
She’s suffering from an incurable deadly disease,
And thinking that must all of her enemies please.
She was a rebel, but it got here, ending up nowhere,
With a broken heart that nobody can ever repair.
The news were sad but her friends were right all along,
If only she listened and for once had the chance to belong.
Seventeen year old boy doesn’t anywhere fit in,
But everyone does when they make fun of him.
When he comes home, he wants to give up life,
Thinking would it be right if he committed suicide.
Nobody cares about the way that he lives,
Yet he gets nothing, but everything gives.
He’s tired of this; he’s already lost the agonizing fight,
They say he’s always wrong, but they’re not always right.
He grabs the gun and slowly pulls the trigger,
He falls to the floor and loses all vigor.
Forty-seven year old mother watching her son,
Board the plane for college under the shining sun.
But she has yet to know it’s their final goodbye,
That was the day he was meant to die.
The plane crashed because of a sudden storm,
Police didn’t know how the woman they could inform.
He got straight A’s in every single class,
Everyone in everything he would surpass.
She was torn in two, broken quick like glass,
But life doesn’t only have a bright, alas!
Fifteen year old girl, sitting on the swings,
Another sad song yet again she sings.
She walks back to her unwelcoming “home”,
Yet another day she has spent all alone.
Goes to the bathroom and takes the blade,
She can’t go back, her choice’s already made.
As she tries to stand with her blurred vision,
She thinks cutting so deep was a bad decision.
Girl quickly falls down on the cold hard floor,
Because Mr. Suicide just knocked down the door.
Wanting only to run away in another land.
He has a hard time trying on his feet to stand,
People don’t care and don’t give him a hand.
All they do is stop walking and start to stare,
Of which he gets offended and throws a glare.
They’ll never understand the pain inside,
That for every little thing in his life he lied.
Don’t know what it’s like from everything to run,
Only to end up where the agony first begun.
Eighteen year old girl pressing her hands to her ears,
She’s far too afraid to move and to face her fears.
She was at the hospital, got told that she’ll soon die,
That she can’t do anything but grasp it and start to cry.
She’s suffering from an incurable deadly disease,
And thinking that must all of her enemies please.
She was a rebel, but it got here, ending up nowhere,
With a broken heart that nobody can ever repair.
The news were sad but her friends were right all along,
If only she listened and for once had the chance to belong.
Seventeen year old boy doesn’t anywhere fit in,
But everyone does when they make fun of him.
When he comes home, he wants to give up life,
Thinking would it be right if he committed suicide.
Nobody cares about the way that he lives,
Yet he gets nothing, but everything gives.
He’s tired of this; he’s already lost the agonizing fight,
They say he’s always wrong, but they’re not always right.
He grabs the gun and slowly pulls the trigger,
He falls to the floor and loses all vigor.
Forty-seven year old mother watching her son,
Board the plane for college under the shining sun.
But she has yet to know it’s their final goodbye,
That was the day he was meant to die.
The plane crashed because of a sudden storm,
Police didn’t know how the woman they could inform.
He got straight A’s in every single class,
Everyone in everything he would surpass.
She was torn in two, broken quick like glass,
But life doesn’t only have a bright, alas!
Fifteen year old girl, sitting on the swings,
Another sad song yet again she sings.
She walks back to her unwelcoming “home”,
Yet another day she has spent all alone.
Goes to the bathroom and takes the blade,
She can’t go back, her choice’s already made.
As she tries to stand with her blurred vision,
She thinks cutting so deep was a bad decision.
Girl quickly falls down on the cold hard floor,
Because Mr. Suicide just knocked down the door.