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The boy on the block



The boy on the block
you could never tell
his past, his secrets
his mind and soul fell
he walks through the day
looking perfect as can be
no one would have guessed
his inner misery

he drowns in his sadness every night
their sin is his despair
this inner battle he faces
his insanity reaches new places
this fight, one that he cannot win
his dissapearance in life will leave no traces
his fear of what people will think of what he holds within

they all think he is ok
his reality slowly fading away
his heart forever snapped in two
his spectrum turned gray
all good left now in the fray

by the passing days, his heart is dying
all the sleepless nights spent up crying

one day the boy cries
he has had enough
his poor broken soul
the hell he lives in
the undying pain, falls on his body like rain
his daddy owns a gun
its barrel enticing, the thought of death, compared to this, seems fun
he points, fires, his vision goes red
the poor, young, broken soul, now he is dead