The Broken Boy

the broken boy lays awake in bed

unable to control the thoughts in his head

he lies helpless, defenseless, and hopeless

thoughts push deep. desolation relentless

the weight of the world is too much to bare

emotional muscles struggling, begin to tear

he asks for help, some sort of way out

he wails he pleads, heart filled with doubt

the broken boy lays awake in bed

the same old thoughts stirring in his head

he is stuck. unable to move. full of dread

the more he thinks, the more it's fed.

the strain of his glutonish sarrow is unreal

he knows the mental scars will never heal

they are forever there embedded in his heart

until the day he escapes this toil, sweet depart

the broken boy lays struggling in bed.

the thoughts that kill him ringing in his head

"you are worthless. unlovable. and repulsive"

the urge to end it becoming more impulsive

he can no longer take it he wants to end it all

the broken boy gives up and begins to fall

into a deeper darker place than the one before

images running through his head, bloody gore

the broken boy stands on end, razors in hand

trying to hold back the urge, but thoughts command

he is scared, and ready to escape this reality

the razor slides across his wrist, and he takes a knee

he is dying. the blood loss is too much to flee

regretting his decision he screams out "why me"

he begins to bawl his blood and tears blend

forming a pool of lost hope, unable to mend

the broken boy lays cold and dead. no more pain.

no more smiles, no more friends, nothing at all

no more running through leaves during fall

he ended his pain. but also ended his joy

that is the sad song. about the broken boy.