His Cutting

The lost one in the crowd of all
To much exposure to the world has him feeling small
His parents say "He's no good to me"
But when they're blind sided it's hard to see

A place of greatness built in a soul
But cutting as always Is taking it's toll
An urge being replaced by the bloody kiss
Leaving him in internal bliss

A feeling of the knife as his friend
He even wishes for an end
He doesn't see the greatness in his life 
So he takes to the blade and cuts with the knife

What's so wrong with his broken heart
His parent's words are tearing him apart
Words, words, they're all he'll hear 
So why are they his biggest fear

But pen to paper, words to world
Every emotion of his seems swirled
Can you notice the pain resisting in his eyes
For every word the tears he cries

He wants to numb the pain
On the inside he Is going insane
But for the lose he never loses
I wish he didn't have to carry around his internal bruises

With a quick glance he seems ok
But how can he be after the conflict he goes through every day
He lives in a world where a single glance can kill
And for living he lost all will