Scars on his soul
Slashed by knives of trust
Open wound on his heart
Bleeding fast like a bullet train
Scream for attention
A few stop for his screams
But nothing much they can do
Only a pat on his back
And a look, straight to his eyes
Saying something
Something uncertain
Most days he find it hard to look in the mirror
He convince himself that nobody will miss him if he were gone
He cry for no reason, and have trouble figuring out the way he supposed to function
His heart was once full, happy and joy
It became empty and dull
His eyes once bright become void
And his real smiles wasn't existence
A few stop for his screams
But nothing much they can do
Only a pat on his back
With a words of uncertainty
His demons is crying louder
Trying to eat away
The rest of him
Doesn't know what's worse
Drowning beneath the waves
Doesn't know what's worse
Drowning...
Or dying from the thirst
The end is near
He can't keep trying
Stop asking if he is okay
He's tired of lying