him

Messed up in her own little head
Fights and disease, parents and love
Her mother screaming in the back of her mind
She’s entangled in everyone’s lives

She looks for comfort from an old friend
But he has his own mess
And loads it off onto her
It just causes more pain and distress

Her friends don’t understand what is like
It will not all be fine
She needs her own help,
But the boy can’t read the signs

His problems turn into hers
And she can’t find the words
To tell him she can’t facilitate
To his every need

She wants to make him realize
The scars across his neck
Tell no lies
He’s just ‘invisible’, in his own eyes

He doesn’t seem to care
So why should she try
The tears roll down her cheek
And she prepares to say goodnight