He Was No One

There was once a man
Broken in two,
Unknown who he be,
Or who he knew,
I felt a sadness for this man,
He once did stan’,
But now he lies,
Six feet under, and no one cries.

They said he was found three days later,
I don’t think there is a sadness much  greater.
He was alone,
Living on his own.
Broken from the world,
But still beat by its leash.

Who will burry the man no one found?
The thought in my mind, is so profound...
Who will moarn, and cry over his loss?
Who will bare this burden like the cross?
[|]ExkaiJadeSatiro|/|CentralDispair[|]

Author's Notes/Comments: 

My friend tried to commit suicide December 1st.
The cop that showed up understand the problem...
The site was morbid no doubt.
He'd just come from the suicide I wrote about...

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