• We are all on the same team,
    Yet the battle is turning to us,
    Something bad has gotten in between,
    Isn't it so messed up?

    Fists full of bone,
    then a mouth full of blood,
    His skin changes tone,
    Out of the room everyone runs.

    Dripping out a pool to swim in,
    Eyelids not shut it's eerie,
    It's been days he's laid there,
    The thought is making me weary,

    A ghostly man floats in the room,
    Where the dead man lies,
    And all he is thinking is,
    Who the ******** let myself die?

    A few months later,
    The fist heals but scars,
    Although the memory is close,
    He tries to keep it so far,

    P.E. is starting up again,
    and he puts on his clothes,
    He carries a weight on his heart,
    but nobody seems to know,

    He hid him well,
    so well he had to see,
    When the locker flew open,
    The kid was as dead as could be,

    As his hands wraps his neck,
    the scar was staring at this wreck,
    Until the scar touched his knife,
    then his scar took his life,

    His soul floated above his body,
    Where the dead bodies hugged,
    When he thought about it all,
    All he could do was simply shrug.