The world asked. They asked where'd he gone. Some say outer space, others say he never existed, only a few said he'd left without a trace.

But the truth is, he always felt alone. He had a family, but never felt at home. Because he knew that he could be a dog and they'd never throw a bone. He blamed himself for there actions and he just wanted his sins atoned.

So one early morning he packed his things in that black bookbag and the only thing people could say when he left was that he look glad. And after that first step he never looked back.

Friends hate it because he didn't have anything left to say. His family full of riches finally realized that attention is the one thing they couldn't pay. As hurt as they are, they knew he was happier this way.

Now when they ask about him, they reply to look up at the sky. If you look close enough you can see a very thin line. Where he writes how he just needed time and that everything was fine.

He's there now crossing his T's and dotting his I's as he prepares to write out his final goodbyes.

Because of you I hate to fall in love, where you use to say you wanted more of it, I feel I’ve had enough.

Because of you I don’t believe it when they say it’s only you, now it’s only a saying to set me up to lose.

Because of you I have to pick and choose, to forgive and forget or to let you loose.

But to tell the truth, I’m the way I am now because of you.

The person everyone loves, this is what you created and the thought of it thrills me, but I’m starting to hate it. Because this start with you and I feel you’re tainted.

Because of you I can tell when a girl’s heart’s not in it. Already know it’s approaching, I just prepare myself for the “I’m not in it”

Because of you I now know what it means for a girl to be so picture perfect it’s beautiful to the eye to see, I understand that picture is for everyone else but me.

Because of you girls call me a monster that only gets hotter and incapacitated of emotions to feel with. That’s why I tell them I love them so quick.

Because of you my heart saw suicide as a positive figure, so it loaded an emotionless gun, pointed at itself and pulled its trigger.

I think I’m in love and I think I love to hate it. Addicted to being sober but tonight I’m feeling faded. They ask me to get better, but honestly you can save it.

But they hate to see me cry and hate it more when I lie, so the only question they have is why. Why is it when your feelings get involve you tend to hide? Does it take a shot at your pride ?

How can you only be happy when it rains, is it because summer shines and rain hides the pain? Can you please explain.

The answers pretty simple and I’ll explain it while I sit on a rug. Truth is the drugs numbs the feeling of love. I can’t feel it and it’s addictive to the point where I can’t get enough.

It helps me believes the lies that I want to be true. I’ll never leave or deceive you. I’ll fight hard to keep you.

We’ll fall in love and make a family and begin with children. In the end, it’ll be you and me my best friend.

I believed it with all of my heart and that was the beginning I realized it was starting to be torn apart.

I held your head last night while you laid on my chest. It seemed like forever and today, you left.

How I tried to fight and tell myself it’ll be alright. It’s okay, she’ll be back tonight. Try as I might, I knew the longer she stayed away, the farther she became out of sight.

My mind was calm, but my heart was in a rage. Now all I hear is I’m different I’ll never be the same. Just the same book on a different page.

So you heard my reason for why I am the way I am, but you’ll never understand. To these females I’m not allowed to have feelings because I’m a man.