charitee

He can't breathe, Hes gasping for air.
He grabs for a hand, but nobody's there.
You may think hes just playing a childish game...
But his blood stained sleeve proves his true pain.
This is not a game, this reality is real.
He just cant cope so cuts his wrists to deal.
Why on earth is a teenage boy so sad everyday ?
He knows thats what his mother will say.

No one gets him, hes lost and alone.
So he cuts his skin, down to the bone.
Hes crying for help but doesnt know who to turn to.
Can anyone help him? Someone tell him who?

They didn't pick him up when he started to fall.
Trust me hes been there before, hes already lost it all,
They just dont get it he thinks. They've never cut themselves standing over the sinks.

The darkness starts to enter his eyes. No more happy thoughts, no more lullabies.

Good bye sweet prince he whispers in the night. This is for the best, he knows it, this is whats right.


(written for someone i worry about.)