My Jeremy Wade Delle Poem by Suicidal Happiness

I remember it like yesterday
He stood up and took my breath away
I remember wondering what he was doing walking around class
He’s happiness torn and his gaze as sharp as glass
He’d been the lonely kid
And the tear he had forbid
He walked past my desk and gave his one last glance
Who knew what hell he’d produced was by chance
He looked at the teacher and then stared at all the taunting faces
He can see that he tries to die with grace
I was always intrigued about his mind
He’s didn’t know that I loved him and his hell was mine
Who knew about his torturous hell?
But I think that his insanity made him well
The kids in ours class thought him what it’s like to feel hate
But by the time I realise what he was going to do it was too late
He wanted to leave this world he was sick of
I had a feeling that by his mother and father he was unnoticed and was deprived of love
So now he is in the front of the class, he pulls out a gun and pulled it to his head
At 9: 45 a.m., Jeremy Wade Delle, aged 16, was pronounced dead