Taciturn.

Taciturn
He slowly burns
His feelings
No one does discern

He despairs
No one cares
Why meddle
In his affairs?

Without a hope
He can not cope
So he grabs
His father’s rope

And with tears flowing
Desperation showing
It’s their fault
For never knowing


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