SCARED

Wake up in a room

Bound by chains

Your upcoming doom

Silent as the rain

Poisonous as a shroom

Let all thoughts drain

The evil does he loom

Prepare for the pain

Are you scared?

Are you scared now?

Be afraid

Of the crimson blow

Do not scream

Or the blood will flow

Are you scared?

Are you scared of me?

Listen to them cry

In this dim lit cave

Some prepare to die

Silent as the grave

Do not even pry

To you that I gave

Undo the tie

Try to be brave

Are you scared?

Are you scared now?

Be afraid

Of the crimson blow

Do not scream

Or the blood will flow

Are you scared?

Are you scared of me?

Are you scared of me?

Wake up in a room

Bound by chains

The upcoming doom

Silent as the rain

Listen to them cry

In this dim lit cave

Some prepare to die

Silent as the rain

Don't be scared

Don't be scared now

Why afraid?

Of the crimson blow

Why'd you scream?

Now the blood will flow

Don't be scared

Don't be scared of me

This is the story of a boy who was kidnapped from his parents by a group of men, along with several other kids. This boy is afraid of what might happen to him.

He is kept with these men for three weeks, and is broken beyond any form of repair. He is found by his family and best friend, and shies away from them, too afraid to go near them.

He only let his friend near him after a week of coaxing by this girl, and then he would never chat with anyone but her and his boyfriend.

His name was Jared/Wild, and he was my best friend.

He killed himself at the age of fourteen, not being able to deal with the pain anymore.

I am telling his story, because it was his final wish.

He asked me not to be sad, and to only work at what I wanted and to never let the same thing that happened to him happen to me.

Little did he know that it had been happening to me for years, but not at the same level of what had happened to him.

I would love to hear of what you all have to say about my Wild. I want to know if I should take the next step of his wish and write from his journal onto here. He said in it that he wanted his words shared, to let his pain be known.

I will not publish it if no one will listen.

Everything that happened to Wild was real, and anyone who thinks otherwise is kidding themselves.

This world is rotten, and the only ones that can fix it are those who know the pain of being filthy and unwanted.