(A Poem)

He stared at the crystal water in front of him.

He wiped away the tears and stared at the cuts on his arms and legs.

He had thousands and the events that led up to this played in his mind.

A broken locker.

The man he loved icing him out without a reason.

Verbal and physical attacks.

Nothing he did seemed to help no matter how hard he tried.

The only words in his mind that played were the ones that cussed and screamed.

His tears fell once more, louder and louder.

The boy that had yet to become a man thought he had no one.

Nothing could save him from the choices he would make.

His lover gone and probably not caring.

At least that's what his brain told him.

In reality it was the opposite.

No matter how hard he tried no to fly to the sun, he did it anyway.

His frail body shattered into a million pieces.

His parents were already dead.

Foster care was shit.

He smiled and finally accepted that he was not okay.

It was too late then.

Or so he thought.

There was not yelling and screaming as there always is.

Every time someone saved him from the edge.

First his friend. 

Then his teacher.

Finally his lover.

Yet no one was there to save him this time.