The Darker Side of Pain..

There was a boy...
He was always in pain...
What caused him joy...
Was his blade..
Every night he would cut,
He would bleed,
He would scream...

No one cared,
They left him to die...
No eyes dared...
To see the boy cry...

"Why am I alone?!"
He screamed to himself...
Once again he took the blade...
Off of its shelf...
Deeper it went,
The boy began to grin...
He saw that the lights,
In his room became dim...

As he ended his life,
He wrote on the wall.
"I will end this strife,"
His blood stains began,
"My pain will finally end"