My Thoughts

BY THAT BOY

My thoughts are just as important as his who is this him this he I speak of. he's the one boy the one in million who pictures a better world one without judgment. That boy who always smiles and looks happy, who seems perfect, indestructible almost. Well he's not hiding behind a mask has become so easy he pretends to be happy, always being around people . As soon as he gets home there's blood on his neck and hands his dad didn't even know.
      
          Can't you tell look at his sleeves hiding the scar he now always will have to carry with him. How he hides his wrist but no one not one person even cared, If somebody did notice he'd just blame the dog. The next time you see him that boy who always seems happy who always smiles and is always perfect just be sure to tell him.

       The next time you see him don't sit there and stare, smile and wave you'll see if you look closely. Just check in the corner of his eyes and remember that he won't let them slip his tears will stay. He'll just turn quickly and go to the bathroom to cry, so think the night he goes home you'll have saved his life. What you couldn't have known was he was tired of everything  just wanted to leave and you saved him.

    He's probably sitting at home right now thinking 'bout you and what you did and he won't want to just make it end he'll hide his ropes, and papers full of loving notes away. As long as you keep noticing him he'll soon forget them entirely and his knife that blood stained knife sitting in its secret spot will always remain, Because finally, Finally he was noticed by somebody.