Life’s cruelty

The neighborhood kids, always, avoid that tree, it's on an empty lot yet they walk across the street.

Whispering to each other as they gaze at the bark, stories about the old treehouse all equally dark.

Truth about this tree lot is a common story to be told, a young teen's emotions he was forced to withhold.

Tormented since young, he's bigger than most in his school, relentlessly cast out by the ones who are " Cool".

Everyday was the same bruises and name calling to be dealt; not even his parents would listen to the pain he always felt.

One night he decided he would no longer be beat, so he climbed into that treehouse and cried himself to sleep.

The next morning the neighborhood went about their day, as he sat in that tree deciding his stay.

Pulling a pistol out his bag feeling that no one will care, pressing it to his brain with a crying stare, knowing not a person was even aware.

A pop sound rings through the neighborhood street, people gazing about and scrambling to their feet.

Chatting about who would shoot a gun and be dumb; when it was the chilling reality that left them all numb.

A death so gripping most couldn't concede, until the cops found the note he left to read.

His shadowed perspective of life he felt forced to leave, because in other and himself he did not believe...

If you can be a voice or have an ear to be lent, then grab them close and lend your heart for a vent.