ok so i wrote this a very long time ago ..... i just want some feedback on it in a poetic form...... please understande this is not how i feel......i love life i love god and i really love u...........

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a boy once asked for a pen and paper from his father.the father gave it to  him with a slight look of cofustion.the boy then went to his room and turned out all the lights except for the one on his desk. he sat down at his desk and he wrote a sentence.a sentence that he didnt want anyone to ever see.so he hid it in the celling tile above his desk .he woke up the next morning and went to school and he played with the other kids just like he always did and at lunch he sat at the table of the cool kids just like he always did.he went home on the bus and sat beside the girl that lived down the road just like he always did. and sat and ate a snack with his mom after school and talked about his day and how her day was to.and when it was time for bed he gave his parents a kiss goodnight because that is what he was suppose to do.and that is what made him feel better.

a few years later.

the boy went down stairs to look for a piece of paper. but he couldnt find one.but he found a piece of scrap wood.so he took it upstairs to his room and he turned out all the lights,except the one on his desk.he carved a sentence it to the piece of wood. a sentence that he didnt want anyone to ever read.so he put the piece of wood in his celling tile above his desk so no one could find it.the next day he went to school and he sat quietly in the back of the class because it wasnt ok to play with the other kids anymore.and at lunch he sat at a table in the corner becasue the kids at his old table acted all wierd around him now.and on the bus on the way home the girl that lived down the road refused to sit with him anymore cause that is what her boyfriend, the football player told her to say.and by the time he got home his mom was already gone at her new job in which she worked very late so he didnt really feel like eating to much.and when it was time for him to go to bed he was to tierd by the time his parents got home to go down and say goodnight so he just yelled down the stairs to them. and then he went and laid in bed untill he could fall asleep.

a few months later.

the boy got the piece of wood down from the celling tile above his desk and he carved on the other side of the wood a sentence.a sentence that he didnt want anyone to evr find. so he put the wood back in the celling tile above his desk.the next day he sleep in and didnt go to school cause he felt sick in the stomace because he never felt like eating. he went to the restaraunt in the square to eat for lunch because he haden't ate in a couple of days and thought that he should.so he sat in the corner and stared at the girl that he use to sit next to on the bus. she was there with her baby the on the football player happily gave her as a going away present when he moved. she was there cause she couldnt go to school cause of the baby.she didnt even acknowledge him.when he got home he sat at the table and thought about what him and his mom use to talk about.and he satarted to cry cause he couldnt talk with her anymore cause she died from being sick.when it was time for bed he called in to the hospital to say goodnight to his dad who was there cause he was very sick.and he wished that he would have went down stairs to kiss them goodnight when he had the chance.cause now his mom was dead and his dad was gone and he missed the kisses that made him feel better.so then he just went to bed.he had to take pills to fall asleep now.

a few minuets later.

the boy woke up and he thought of something. something that he wanted to write down.so he got the piece of wood down from the celling and since there was no more room on the wood he carved it in his arm.and when he read it back to himself he relized that he didnt want anyone to see it.so he went down to the garage and got a piece of rope that was hanging on the wall.he broght it back upstairs and he closed his door and turned off all the lights in his room,except fot the one in his desk.and he stood on his desk and hung himself form the celling and kicked over the desk in this struggle.after a few hours gravity took effect and it made the celling fall. the nighbor heard this and called the police.when they got there they found him dead on the floor with the wood and paper laying on him.they read it and cried.

what would your sentence be?