He’s pushed and pulled
In every direction,
Just a new day to face rejection.
His brain, set for right,
Wrong just doesn’t work.
Whenever he gets home, his dad’s the jerk.
Hard-stuff on his breath,
Not usually clean,
So the kid hides upstairs to turn on the stream.

A residing tear drips
Near a scar, red and sheen,
Never again will his face be seen.
He never understood
Why people were so cruel,
So he thought while he sank into the welcoming pool.
It was deep and warm,
The water darkling.
His heavy eyes glaze over; pupils sparkling.

He’s felt this way before
Because others don’t react,
So finally he decided he’ll perform the act.
Sinking into the deep,
Slightly down a fraction,
Never to be aware of the outcomes of his actions.
Mom runs in,
Like dad’s; breath the same,
To watch her son’s corroded mind, slip down the drain.