Dead

Carlos was fifteen, just a regular kid,
But the weight on his back, no one else could see it,
Love he once had, now it’s faded away,
Home full of chaos, no peace in the day.
He found a girl, she saved him from the dark,
But when she left, it tore him apart,
She was his light, his way to survive,
But her goodbye left him barely alive.
At home, it was fighting, just noise and pain,
In his mind, storms he couldn’t contain,
He turned to the drugs, trying to numb the fight,
A moment of quiet in endless nights.
The days felt heavy, nights dragged on slow,
In the smoke, he was lost, nowhere to go,
No future in sight, just shadows and fear,
The hope he once had was no longer clear.
Carlos wrote a letter, his final goodbye,
Didn’t ask for forgiveness, no tears left to cry,
Left his words like whispers in the breeze,
Then he ended it all, just to find some peace.