• The boy i see next to me,

    has all of his pain,

    his sorrow,

    his hate,

    painted ever so clearly on his sleeve.

    He doesn't open up,

    or let his guard down.

    He takes his emotions and bottles them up.

    He wont depart this world,

    and yet he is missrable.

    He wont let me love him...

    He cant even stand to live