Fragile

There was once

A loving, trusting, lonely boy

He fell in a hopeless love

And thought he finally had a place in the world.

He did everything he could for his love

And thought he solved every mystery there was to solve

He never knew, never suspected what was coming

For he thought he'd finally found something

Something beautiful and new

Something he thought would blossom and bloom

Oh, his heart was giant and caring, yes

But was fragile, and oblivious to threats

His love was all he could talk about

To all his fake, backstabbing friends

They lied, saying that they were happy for him, that it'd all work out

But behind his back, whispered quite the opposite

The boy, not coming to his sense, continued happily along

Not seeing through the ruse, the wrong

Because the "happy" little boy had everything... right?

Wrong, that's what he thought, but was too naive

To see

What was really shown in the dim light

And when he finally saw, and it all ended

On a cold day just a week before Christmas 

It was like the boy died, and he lost it, trying to comprehend

Why he'd lost yet another person he loved in a confusing mess

He thought everything was perfect

That it was all worth it

Only to be left drowning in his own dust and sorrow

Wondering how he'll continue tomorrow

And just when he needed his "friends" the most

They gave him dry unconvincing reassurances

And the little boy became something of a ghost

Never entirely there, and eternal haunt, always making comparisons

Of other people's picture-perfect lives

To his own shitty broken one

Because there he was, choking on his cries

While everyone else smiled like they'd won

All because he didn't see the truth in time

All because he'd thought everything was fine

But the truth was, his fragile giant heart

Was bound to break into a million parts

After that chilly day turned into weeks, months, years

Ans the boy grew into a broken young man who still fears

Loving or trusting again

To finally find one true friend

No, because that scared, cracked little boy he was

That chilly week before Christmas

Is still a part of him today, because

He lost everything that fateful day

And was left to try and pick up the pieces

Of his broken heart and soul

He still remembers fracturing, and the long seasons

Of never-ending pain, feeling cold

Regretting how naive and fragile

He was, and how

He'd let himself think he had something wonderful and magical

When he had nothing the whole time

And that realization iced his passionate flame

And broke his fragile being

No, he's no longer sane

He can't be, can he?

Gee Merry Christmas to me - I mean, he.