Isaiah

Isaiah was a little dumb and naive He was too nice to the cruel Mary's and Steve's & was constantly being taken advantage of Isaiah, knew this and he didn't care Tho- his little heart as fragile as a dove Broke a thousand times but he still bothered to show love Isaiah never learnt from all his mistakes He was a little dumb, oh dumb Isaiah “I'm sorry” he says Was he wrong to be kind To a world which wouldn't care, if he lived or he died Was he wrong when he lied & said “I'm doing just fine” He never spoke a tale of his little heartbreak Just bottled it all up as always  Isaiah was a little dumb and naive His heart never hardened To cruel words, sharper than a lions canine teeth A peacemaking martyr he was & In the end he took to much From people who didn't care whether he cried or ate lunch  One day he woke up and decided to sleep Forever, this time he took too much to eat