A boy sits dead in the street,
As roaches and bugs buzz and crawl
On the corpse. Does anybody notice?
No. Just walk by, like this boy doesn’t
Exist. As if he didn’t like playing with
Action figures as a child,
Watch scary movies, as if he didn’t
Go to school, ride his bike through the streets.
Or is it because he threw himself
From the roof, took his own life.
And they think him as a coward,
Or maybe he was brave. Doing a deed
None of these worthless zombies could,
Taking himself from a world that wasn’t
Enthusiastic about his existence, a world
That didn’t make sense.
God was taking too long, so he took
Matter into his own hands.
He wasn’t filled with anger or annoyance,
Just a sad desperation. Didn’t know how to
Make the world make sense, so he removed
Himself from the equation, Leaving behind a
Mother and a father to mourn in his absence.