Once...he wrote a poem.
And he called it "Chops,"
Because that was the name of his dog, and
that's what it was all about.
And his teacher gave him an "A"
And a gold star.
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door,
and read it to all his aunts...
Once...he wrote another poem.
And he called it "Question Marked Innocence,"
Because that was the name of his grief, and
that's what it was all about.
And the professor gave him an "A"
And a strange and steady look.
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never let her see it...
Once, at 3 a.m....he tried another poem...
And he call it absolutely nothing, because
that's what it was all about.
And he gave himself an "A"
And a slash on each damp wrist,
And hung it on the bathroom door because he
couldn't reach the kitchen.
Reason for writing:
I didn't write this poem. I found it in a book about understanding suicide. A fifteen year old boy wrote this before he killed himself. I would greatly like to know his name because this is a poem I am very fond of.
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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