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You look at him from the distance,

A figure in the fog,

Clouding your judgment.



Unsure what to make of the man,

Unsure what lies behind hard exterior.



Hardened by battle,

The scars remain.



The solid walls,

Protecting the boy inside.



Scared.

Look to his eyes,

Though they won’t give anything away.



Wears the pain so well,

A smile is his veil.



Keep on your rose colored glasses,

For he will keep shining the light.



Try and talk to the shell,

It has the automated answers.



Never answers honestly,

Rather hid then admit the torment,

The storm inside.



You scrape away at the stone,

But his skin is far too thick.



The icy cold stare,

A man on the edge.



The balancing act of life,

One step from the dark abyss.



Caught between life and death.

Fight off his depression,

While inching toward the goal.



Imagination runs wild,

Colors upon the blank stare.



He looks to his reflection,

Looks at the face.



The enemy in the mirror,

The antithesis of everything he wanted.



Drinks to hide,

Drinks to subtle oblivion,

The oblivion of nothing.



Masks the pain,

Survives one more day.



Tumultuous.

A storm of emotion.



Churning inside the cold walls.

Flashes across the eyes.



They never guess,

They never ask.

No one gives a damn.



Crumbling apart,

Dying form the inside.



Rotting flesh,

Bones split apart.



The bullet tears into the skull.

The blood left on the wall.



One shot,

Clear the mind,

Wash it all away.



Anger fills his head,

Punching the walls.



Fighting out of his cell,

Beating away the torment.



Never breaks the bars,

Never escapes his mind.



Forever tied,

Bound and broken,

Slowly killing himself.



Earns to escape,

Find the man to break down the wall,

Watch it all pour out.

But he's never there,

He never appears.

They all hate him.

To fat,

To stupid,

To straight,

To gay,

To every dream he can't fulfill.



They look and laugh,

The loser amongst the crowd,

Whispers in the hall.



Where is the one piece that fits?

The one interlocking soul,

The one package that could save him.

The one man,

Not afraid of his guilt,

Unafraid of his mind,

Not afraid of him.



The one who truly loves him,

Holds him,

Listens,

Understands.



The man who would show up,

If he just didn't think it was right.

The one man who can break down the walls.



The Prison of my mind,

Gasp for air at the only hole left.



A dying corpse,

Motionless more and more,

Disappearing more each day.



A zombie in my own life,

Nothing left but automation.



Worthless to his rotten core,

Who could like him anyway?



Nothing good left,

Blackness fills my soul.



No one wants him,

The fucking fag everyone can hate.

No one wants the fat, ugly freak.

They turn away,

Snicker in the background.



Friends,

They seem to care,

Fill his head with sweet words,

They don't seem to get it.



He's on a collision course,

To crash into the rocks,

Laughing at last,

As his heart pours from his chest.



Watch me,

Just watch me paint my world red.

Static fills my ears,

Clouds my eyes.



I'll fade into a memory,



The apparition of an image.

The vice of a soul,

Fade to darkness,

Nothing but black.



The soul is gone,

Life is lost.



Gone again,

Watch me fade,

Watch me leave.



Watch death consume me,

Rip me apart,

Tear me down,

Break me apart.



Brittle bones,

Ravaged by life,

Far more then others his age.



Stands up one last time,

Looking to the sky.



The sun,

Shines briefly through the clouds.

Feels the light on his face,

One last smile,

As he pulls the trigger in his mouth.

And it all goes black.