Silly Boy
Silly boy, they say, grow up and be a man. Get out of bed and get to work, don’t tell me you can’t, I’m sure you can. He is careful to hide his scars, the ones that line his wrist. He thinks they are a sign of weakness, I think they are a sign of the temptation he is strong enough to resist. Temptation to stop the pain, temptation to end it all, yet instead he fakes a smile, careful they never see him fall. He can hide it from them, tries to hide it from me, but through the broken smiles, I never fail to see. See all the names he’s been called, how many times his heart broke, a heart almost as broken as the house he could never bare to call home. I see the ones he used to call friends, all as fake as his smile, and the hurt I see clear as day; it goes on mile after mile. He wants to carve it out of his head, like a war, its raging above his throat. Instead he turns to those who understand, those who are all in the same boat -EP
