Painful End To An Afflicted Heart- a poem
I hardly knew him
But he looked to be an honest young man.
His cheerfulness and love for life
Were the only things
His friends would remember.
But no one knew what
He harbored deep inside;
The pain of not liking himself?
The stress of not achieving enough?
His true identity not being accepted?
Was he ill?
Was he depressed?
Thousands of questions will
Encircle in everyone's minds.
Only God knows the time and the hour
Of anyone's life to end-
Let us only hope that
Is willing to forgive
Those who decided to
The plan for His Creation.
Unfortunately, young individuals have:
Surrendered to the
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