Bloomflower

Born into a family of sinners Ron always dreamed of being a winner But all he ever got for dinner Was ramen noodles or cereal everyday making him thinner You see he had a troubled youth His daddy left him when he was two His mommy was a prostitute Every night bringing home different men getting screwed You may think it's because she needs money To put food on the table for Ron but no his mom Misused and abused narcotics She would take her bag of coke, crack Or whatever take into her room closed the door and locked it It had Ron confused Why didn't his mom love him and leave him in trouble It was even worse when she left him with his uncle His name was Ted he was violent if Ron pissed him off he would get pummeled It was a struggle And he was only eight in elementary His uncle was over fuckin twenty Ron felt like his life was empty How can someone so young already have thoughts about wanting to end thee Life he lives everyday and this is sad but it gets worse When he was nine he almost got put in a hearse He was walking home from school And he started getting harassed by some thugs that were deeply disturbed They wanted to rob the boy for his pair of converse I know it sounds absurd But the truth is they didn't really want the shoes they wanted to cause hurt They kidnapped Ron and drove him into the forest through him on the ground The fists started to come down They fuckin pounded him into fuckin pulp and they hit their fist into his body and face He could hear his own bones crack and break There is no way to know Where they will go On their path growing old Will they be tortured souls A little flower blooming The tragedies of life consuming Mind losin Innocence movin into a new phase of life viewing It in a different light The truest time As Ron was in middle school People always took him as a fool He didn't know who was fake and who was true He was made fun of bullied and was a victim of supreme rule But one day something changed He met this girl Amy and she like him seemed a bit deranged Trying to get the nerve to talk to her but she came up to him it was strange She started talking to him and explained That she wanted to be friends Ron thought this was a weird claim Because he never had any friends he was worried but she continued to remain At his side and they continue to gain A really good relationship throughout the school days But eventually she said something that took him by surprise She said she wanted to be more than friends he couldn't believe why But he said yes as fast as he could For the first time in his life he finally felt good He had a girlfriend and he felt great He had a mate And things continued to go well but a month into the relationship She suggested they go back to her place Ron said yes and got nervous but amazed Because the way she was acting he might get laid So he went to her house and felt made They started hanging out watching movies many they played After awhile she suggested they go to the bedroom And things got started and she wanted him to take all his clothes off hey He was quickly did and was waiting for her to do the same But she lead him to the window it was starting to rain And out the window some bullies out the bushes appeared and they took a picture He was confused she started laughing this whole time she was fake Luring him into a trap he was betrayed That picture the bullies took of Ron naked through the window spread around like wildfire There is no way to know Where they will go On their path growing old Will they be tortured souls A little flower blooming The tragedies of life consuming The mind losin Innocence movin Into a new phase of life viewing It in a different light The truest time Finally he was in high school and his life was still a living hell Constant bullying and ridicule and hatred was all he felt He wasn't gonna take it anymore he was going to drastic measures He got a pistol and he put it in his backpack feeling pressure Telling himself he ain't sparing no one whatsoever Thought it woukd make it better He went to school that day and this was it Immediately at his locker bullies came up and started fuckin with him Shovin his face into the locker Ron said fuck this took the gun outta his backpack and cocked hard Then he put his finger on the trigger and pulled it And unloaded the bullets into the bullies skull And the bully fell down on the floor and Ron shot the rest of the bullies crew Ron fully knew What he was doing next He went to Amy the chick Who lured him into a trap when the bullies took that nude pic Ron found her and shot her in the back Just like how she back stabbed him After his massacre he fleed knowing the police were coming He started running He went to the forest sat on a stump succumbing To what he had just done he felt depression,despair, and lots of bad emotions but the one thing That he didn't feel was guilt He just hated every part of his existence And he decided that there's one part of the plan the needed to be finished He took the pistol and cocked it again But this time he pointed it at his own head Overwhelmed with the fact that there was never a happy moment in his life He pulled that trigger and just like that Ron was dead There is no way to know Where they will go On their path growing old Will they be tortured souls A little flower blooming The tragedies of life consuming The mind losin Innocence movin Into a new phase of life viewing It in a different light The truest time This is just what happens when people are pushed to the limits From people in life who give it The worst time making it hated Monster aren't born they're created Tragedies all across the globe Mass shootings and suicide as a result Of the bullying and constant ridicule It's fucked up what they'll do All because they were pushed to the edge So stop fucking with people for your own benefit Start supporting each other and stop being dicks Or they might get a gun and shoot you in your shit And maybe they might kill many more All because you called them a dork Or You caused physical harm with all your power And you created monster out of a precious bloomflower