Nothing Extraordinary.

Does anyone notice the way he hides in corners to make his tears blend in with the night?
Did anyone notice the way he clutches his chest in attempt to escape the bright white light?

His eyes are closed and his breaths sparse.
But no one’s paying attention on this rare night.

He’s dying from a downward spiral,
And he doesn’t know how to stop.
He wants to tell the world to stop spinning,
But he’s afraid it just might pop.

He’s in his closet now,
Waiting for the sky to fall.
Though he knows it’s not gonna stop his problems.
But, it just might start a brawl.

He needs to get away for his mind.
To believe that everything will be alright.
He doesn’t know how to appreciate life.
He’s slowly sprinting towards the white light.

No one notices the way he wanted to live.
No one ever listened to his cries for life.
He’s dead in a corner, beaten and abused.
All they want to know is what started this fuse?