Wednesday 30 July 2014

A Day Dreamer Boy


A from a Himalayan region, had a dream he wanted to become a great musician but unfortunately his fate flung him onto a dark bleak trench from where he never got up.
                    He born on 20 March, at Jummaa near the border of India and Nepal; he was so poor and he didn't know where he is. Adversity was always upon him and family on road, he dreamed a dream. His thoughts were unorthodox. His uncles were his family foe, they wanted to slay them without any reasons.     





He's all alone
The cool kids don't talk to him
He moves between friends
Just trying to fit in
He's just trying to fit in

And this is the story of a lonely boy
No real friends
No hope in life
Nowhere to go
He's all alone, no one will ever notice him, no one will ever love him
Why is he even here?

He wonders as he walks round school. Why do people not notice him?
Why is he not funny?
All he wants is to fit in
All he wants is to be loved
So he makes a plan in his mind
Will it work? Will it fail?
He doesn't know. He doesn't care
He just takes one last look at that shit

And this is the story of a lonely boy
No real friends
No hope in life
Nowhere to go
He's all alone, no one will ever notice him, no one will ever love him
Why is he even here?

His bro's in a gang, He sneaks into his room
Removes the pistol and gets the rounds
Scribbles a note, A final goodbye
Although no-one will miss him anyway
He pulls the trigger he is dead
No one came crying, no one came running
They just laughed.

And this is the story of a lonely boy
No real friends
No hope in life
Nowhere to go
He's all alone, no one will ever notice him, no one will ever love him
He's not here anymore.

I wish this was me.

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