So much for his happy ending

see the guy at the back of the class
he wears a smile but it's simply a mask
he stares at his feet, his head is hung low
he laughs and he jokes but it's all just a show

he doesnt speak loud, just mumbles and shrugs
he cant think straight, his controlled by the drugs
the others have fun while he shrinks to the back
he tries to shut out his next mental attack

his thoughts are twisted, in depression he sinks
to forget his life he pops pills and he drinks
hidden by day and out all night
he tries to avoid his parents' fights

many of his scars wont ever heal
but sometimes he cuts just to know life is real
and when he does feel its never enough
so he takes out a knife and draws some more blood

he cuts to feel and then cuts to be numb
now look at his wrists and see what his done
a neverending cycle, drops the blade and take out a knife
it's just another atempt to take his own life

his friends are the one that keeps him alive
but even with them it's hard to survive
he isn't perfect, his made his mistakes
he wants to fix things before it's too late

it's hard when his life is such a mess
he tries to smile but he is so depressed
nobody hears his silent cries
he sits alone and wishes to die

his wounds still bleed with no sign of mending
so much for his happy ending