Only his outside is strong.
Inside he cries.
Their words hurt more
Than the cuts on his wrists.
But he focuses on the cuts,
Trying to ease the pain
In his heart.
Inside he melts away
Into his own world
On the outside he looks
As if he doesn’t care.
By the time he gets to
His room
He bursts into tears.
He wonders why he is
Still alive.
He looks at the blade
He holds in his hand.
He knows he shouldn’t.
He knows better.
But the pain drives him.
It drives him to cut himself.
He viciously hacks at his wrists.
Inside and outside he
Cries.
Why me?
Why?
He asks Inside himself.
They torment him all day,
All day.
Then one day,
The flag at ½ mast,
He doesn’t return to school.
A moment of silence
In memory of him.
At home the heard a gun shot.
They found his Death Note besides him,
A gun in his hand.
Blood splattered everywhere.
It all started Inside.
