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[aid] => mick
[title] => Johnny Ray
[time] => 2008-07-04 02:29:27
[hometext] => Dedicated to a few of my lost friends
[bodytext] => “Old Johnny Ray is so quiet, ” they'd say A smile masking his pain as he went through his day Even though he carried anger, only kind words he would say Going home to his bed, feeling too much as he lay Till one day is his room The pain was too much to bear A brief note let his sorrows be known He picked his best outfit to wear He grabbed the belt from his bed Pulled his head through the loop As he breathed his last breath He jumped off of his stoop How did this happen? Did his parents not care? Or was it his friends? The ones who weren’t there The classmates who ignored him Only now will they cry All the times he felt low Now he’s hanging on high The memorial is a spectacle But has turned to a show The news crews arrive Speak of the friend they had known But the ones who talk to the camera John wouldn’t recognize Stage actors playing friends, are really acquaintances in disguise The ones with true love are inside grieving in pain While the phony friends get their fifteen minutes of fame He kept his alienation from turning to anger The kids who passed judgment made him feel like a stranger At least he went alone in his tormented peace Not leaving mothers crying saying, “Where were the police? ” Life is too short to talk in tongues made of knives Maybe if you’re lucky you’ll have some kids and a wife But for old Johnny Ray his life just lacked a little sympathy He just needed a warm touch to unlock this life’s symphony And to the ones we love most We say it the least As we climb into beds Of our eternal sleep Dan Ochs [comments] => 3 [counter] => 151 [topic] => 75 [informant] => EloquentDegenerate [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
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