There are people in this world that if they died nobody would care. Much like the boy in this poem.


When he died,

Not a soul cared.

He was to young,

For his life to end,

But still,

Not a soul cared.

He harmed nothing,

But still,

They ignored his pain.

Why did they let him suffer in silence?

Not a soul cared.

When he jumped,

When he ended his life,

They just walked on,

Not a soul cared.

Was it they did not care?

Or maybe,

They did not know.

But in the end,

They did not miss him,

Not a soul cared.

Maybe the wind missed him.

Or the sky.

Maybe someone cared,

Because sixteen,

Isn't old enough,

To die.