With Out A Whisper Poem by Timothy Long

You left with out a wisper, you left without saying a word, you said you were alright, but you weren't, you lied and put on a fake mask of happieness that no one saw or knew how to crack, but in that week, you gave all your friends a real side of you and you said it wasn't to bad, untill that fateful day someone did something really bad, and it was so humillating, people laughed and made fun of you, you tried to play it off with a fake smile but it just became too much, that week you gave all your friends a hug good bye and said bye too your family members and friends online even i got to say good bye. after school on that weekend you were in a raging battle to live or die, the next day you lost that fight on satuday morning you took your own life. you mabye dead but you were never forgoten.