Young Boy

This rain cloud is still pouring over his head,
Bleeding, he's screaming the words he wants to hear,
His heart is falling off the edge of his bed,
And his mind is his one and only fear.

He may just be one, he may be one kid,
but he's one kid with the pain of one hundred.

Distortion clouds his mind, he can't sleep,
He's scared of the nightmares that don't come with dreams,
Blood and tears seep through the seams,
He's just a young boy trying not to bleed.

The voices in his head, they don't seem to leave,
They're there when he's awake, they're there when he sleeps,
He sits as he trembles himself to the bone,
Wondering why they can't just leave him alone,
And he would beg for help, but he's petrified
Because of all the pain that he's kept inside,
They gather and watch, to them it means nothing,
And because of this, his heart is left empty.

His mouth is full of unspoken words and meds,
While they keep telling him it's all in his head,
But he can feel the demon's breath on the back of his neck,
He can't sleep, he can't breathe, he just wants to be dead,
Because he's one kid with the pain of one hundred.

Distortion clouds his mind, he can't sleep,
He's scared of the nightmares that don't come with dreams,
Blood and tears seep through the seams,
He's just a young boy trying to stay alive.