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