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He always wanted to explain things.
But no one cared.
So he drew.
Sometimes he would draw and it wasn't anything.
He wanted to carve it in stone or write it in the sky.
He would lie out on the grass and look up at the sky.
And it would be only the sky and him and the things inside of him that needed saying.
And it was after that he drew the picture.
He kept it under his pillow and would let no one see it.
And he would look at it every night and think about it.
And when it was dark and his eyes were closed, he could see it.
And it was all of him.
And he loved it.
When he started school he brought it with him.
Not to show anyone, but just to have it with him like a friend.
It was funny about school.
He sat in a square, brown desk.
And he thought it should be red.
And his room was a square brown room.
Like all the other rooms.
And it was tight and closed.
And stiff.
He hated to hold the pencil and chalk.
With his arms stiff and his feet flat on the floor, stiff.
With his teacher watching and watching.
The teacher came and smiled at him.
She told him to wear a tie like all the other boys.
He said he didn't like them.
And she said it didn't matter.
After that they drew.
And he drew all yellow and it was the way he felt about morning.
The teacher came and smiled at him.
"What's this?" she said, "why don't you draw like Ken's drawing"
"Isn't that beautiful?"
After that his mother bought him a tie.
And he always drew rocket ships and airplanes like everyone else.
And he threw the old picture away.
And when he lay out alone looking at the sky.
It was big and blue and all of everything,
But he wasn't anymore.
He was a square inside the brown.
And his hands were stiff.
And he was like everyone else.
And the things inside of him that needed saying didn't need it anymore.
It had stopped pushing.
It was crushed.
Stiff.
Like everything everything else.

(This poem was handed to a grade Twelve English Teacher. Two Weeks later the student committed suicide.)

No matter how hard life is, don't take you own life.
Think of the friends and loved ones that you will be hurting.
Always remember the you are loved.