58 - Catch 22

[SatansAngel]

Once upon a time, there was a little boy,

Who grew up alone in a big worried world,

It always seemed great, he thought he'd enjoy,

But when he got older, his life unfurled,

The stress caved him in to his thoughts and his room,

To think of what was, what is, and what could be,

It drove him insane, and his mind would assume,

And keep him alone, and unable to flee

His mind which would haunt, but never confess,

The boy still inside, who has been ever so forgotten,

He still screams, cries, and hates all the stress,

That keeps building up to leave him rotton

Some people ponder and wonder what took place,

To make a happy kid, that now is a emotional wreck,

"Had to be bad" they said, "He seems so misplaced",

"He doesn't talk at all, it's like a silent threat."

One day it caught him, and he couldn't ingore,

He went to his room, and carved in his arm,

And that was the start of what he had instore,

Despondent again, so again he would harm,

He wonders the answer of the question,

"Where do you see, yourself in the next few years?"

He gets the same answer, that causes depression,

"I see myself dead" he said, "Suicide it appears."

So one rainy day he found himself pulled under,

He sat by his bedside, cried and fell through,

Retrieved a handgun, and began to wonder,

Gun fire and bullet shell of the catch 22.

[Guest Moon_Panda]

i love the pain and depression that this poem is filled with.