This is a poem I wrote through the perspective of my main role-playing character who is in a way just a much more extreme version of me. It's possibly my favorite pieces to date so I hope you guys will like it. Helpful criticism is welcomed.


Watch him walk down the hall,
Pain on his face,
He can’t keep on living,
He’s a disgrace.

In his silence he suffers.
In the darkness he cries.
His life is a game,
Full of cheaters and lies.

He’s lonely and friendless,
Confused and betrayed.
But he keeps on walking,
Alone and afraid.

He’s searching for answers,
That he’ll never find,
If only he could leave it all,
Far, far behind.

Every day is a battle,
Every night is a war,
He’s been hurt so many times,
That he’s lost score.

The names are to much,
For him to bare,
So he bought a little gun,
To make everything...

Fair.