Day After Day
He Walks Around
Head Bowed Low
Parallel To The Ground
With Dark Brown Hair
And Soft Blue Eyes
Same Clothes As Yesterday
His Face Flushed From Cries
At Lunch he Sits Slouched
Over An Empty Tray
Alone At The End Of A Table
The Same Table Everyday
Nobody Notices Him
Or The Pink Scars That Decorate His Wrists
It's Sad To Think That If He Left One Day
He Probably Wouldn't Be Missed...
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