Lost Boy

With all the ways he numbs his mind
He is a sad man.
Escaping to a dark place inside
He is a blind man.
Sleeping until the sun goes down
He is a sand man.
Waking everyday with a slight frown
He is a mad man.
So many collapsed veins bless his wrist
He is a bad man.
Until it fills him up, big, sweet bliss
He is a fat man.
And all the pain inside is smothering
He is a hurt man.
One bullet to the head should do the trick
He is a dead man.