So tired and alone he cries but no one knows

The world turned dark, his hands start shaking and he says goodbye

Storm clouds fill his eyes and he lashes out

All he wanted was a little love

Tears fall from both mine and his, this is it, the end

On impulse I squeeze him and whisper that he's loved

I cry and get ready to fall into black but he hugs me back and I know

He is damaged, broken, sad, and confused  

A condition of the mind, not the heart

The darkness lingers but he feels the light deep deep down

He gets to rest, and feel the peace



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