What He Did

He sat on the concrete floor,
head between his knees,
and arms cross over his neck.
He is in pain,
he can’t help but to weep anymore.
He hurt her,
the stupid things that he said,
he never meant,
and now, he is alone.
He deserves this pain,
that’s locked inside of him.
He takes his arm,
and slices it open,
just to see those blood red lines appear.
To make sure, he is still alive.
They say that guys don’t cry,
That they are stronger than woman,
and have no feelings.
The truth is,
they just have a thicker mask to hide the feelings,
that lingers inside his soul.
He gets up,
and begins to walk down a narrow path,
to nowhere.
He is looking for nothing,
in order to find something,
that will hold him, and keep him safe.
He walks through his school hallways,
With a thicker mask than before,
No one notices his pain,
as if nothing ever happened,
as if no feelings ever came to the surface,
and spilled over at all.
One day he goes home,
sits in a chair in a blank room,
with blank walls, and blank floors.
They mirror, his feelings, and thoughts,
blank.
He pulls out a gun,
curious, once again,
to see if he is still alive,
or,
if he was already in hell.
He places the gun in his mouth,
and pulls the trigger..
The last things he sees is a white flash,
and red color, begins to color the blank room.
He realizes,
he was still alive after all...