Teenage Suicide
Life is callous, cold and cruel,
He found that out when he went to school.
He had a hopeless youthful crush
On another boy he thought was lush,
That passion reached the farthest stars
Beyond an agony of tears,
But no-one understood that pain
Would drive him finally insane.
Life is callous, cold and cruel
And misfits die of ridicule.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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