The grave sits awkwardly on this silent hill,
Stands tall and proud yet crooked and wrong.
No one visits this dead soul,
Even the wind keeps its distance.
No one cares.
An organ plays in a stone-cold church,
The melody sad, lonely and coarse.
No one listens to this lost pianist,
No one hears the tortured notes.
No one cares.
A man jumps off a lethal bridge,
The debt collectors laugh at his attempt.
He'll never be free, not even in death,
His life was useless so he makes it end.
No one cares.
A town is bombed at the edge of night.
A knife is drawn, more life is gone.
The smiles spread on the ones who killed.
They laugh for now, but will forget soon.
No one cares.
A child sits on a broken bench,
He runs his hand on its splintered edge.
The wood cuts, then the pain begins.
A lust for blood grows within.
No one cares.
The dead man stands by his shallow grave.
He reminisces on past times and things he's gained.
From destructive childhood, he saw it through,
From the bridge he jumped and left it too.
No one cares.
Nothing remains of his empty soul.
Nothing human, nothing known.
From someone to no one, from life he fled.
Self-mutilation, careless death.
No one cares.
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Author's note: All comments greatly appreciated. It's you guys who make me want to write!
EDIT: Due to extreme dislike of the last stanza, it has been eliminated. I threw that in thinking people might not get the message, though I obviously didn't think it through.
EDIT 2: A new ending has been added which I think is much better. Please tell me what you think of this part as I am
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