A young boy hides deep in his room,
Crying, screaming, he didn’t know what to do,
So he tried to sleep it away.
But the fighting and screams he heard it all,
Right through them paper thin walls,
So he stayed awake.
The walls rumble and shaking
The hearts humble and breaking,
In the room he hides deep within.
But broken souls,
Living in a broken home,
He patiently waits for it to cave in.
Only when the fighting dies,
And the sun slowly rise,
Does he finally close his eyes.
The Next day at school,
He just plays it cool,
Gives all his friends a smile.
But they don’t seem to notice,
How he’s hurt and broken,
But this has been happening a while.
So he moves through the halls,
Careful not to tumble or fall,
Always being alone.
And at the end of the day,
His “friends” go away,
And he returns to his broken home
The following night drugs coat the air,
Luckily at the time the boy was unaware,
But he seen all the strange faces.
House after house they’d have to move,
The parents never knowing what they put him through,
Bringing him into all these scary places.
However one faithful night,
The boy realized things weren’t right,
He finally opened his eyes.
He started playing detective,
And he found his objective,
But when he did all he could do was cry.
The boy couldn’t believe,
He’s been so brutally deceived,
And that same night he was broken.
So locked away in his room surrounded by fear,
And his misery and non-stop tears,
He was choking.
His mind was running wild,
He wanted to get it all out,
He only needed a friend.
But no one was there,
No one who would care,
So instead he grabbed paper and pen.
He stayed up late that night,
His eyes red, as he started to write,
He was given an outlet that saved his life.