Sad boy

An astronomical testament to physical disgust,

A mix raced child betrayed and taught never to trust,

An alcoholic stepdad and missing father he never learned to become a man,

Nerdy little fuck who knew only lust,

Made fun of by girls he liked and bullied by his only friends,

Wearing his momma's clothes because they can't afford for clothes to be thrown out,

The Same shirt for a week feeling self-conscious because a girl pointed it out,

Bottled self-hatred was reflected in the world,

A punk pushed him too far then he whooped his ass,

After that nobody fucked with him he was above it, and he loved it,

Fell in love with the violence, figures how he watched his momma get her ass beat,

His momma dead now so he got nowhere to turn, 

people say they love him but won't look in his direction on the curb

People start leaving his life now he knows he's alone,

Life slipping away faster than he can see,

Times has been passing and he's been thinking,

Life isn't made for everyone

Fear of people and how they think of him starts to build up,

He can't stand to see his reflection anymore it makes him physically sick,

He can't remember the last time has been happy or not acted characteristic of a prick,

Tired of this fear and pain he decides tonight is the night,

No more sadness, no more hate, no more disappointment,

He picks up his gun, Racks the slide,

He looks at the bullet and read is "federal .45 ACP"

He begins to cry as he raises it up till its even with his right eye,

"3....2...."

"Eu tu brute?, then Ceaser dies"