he tries...
He draws with silver
And it comes out red
Neat
Clean lines
Cover most of his body
He tries to go deeper
Fear of failure
Stops him
He smiles through the pain
No one knows
What he hides
They cant see his heart
Dont know how broken it is
Taped together halfhazardly
He doesnt want it anymore
Its been smashed
Too many times
But with a smile
And a happy voice
No one knows
Hes dying inside
They are think hes fine
He has to be fine
She doesnt like it when hes not
This poem is about:
Me