Cradled in his father's arms, he cried.
He blocked out the nurses, the other patients, even me
So that his parents were the only people he could see.
'Am I going crazy?' He asked them, choked by his own tears.
Only eighteen years old.
He was just a boy.

Sometimes I wish someone, some kind soul,
Would just shoot me in the face
So I can see what it's like to be erased
From the world.

I am so bitter
I am so mad
I've lost yet another thing
I thought that I had.

It's all in my head
Doesn't mean it's not real
I still think what I think
And feel what I feel.

I wake up to a new day,
Not really new;
Everything goes the same way.
I pretend I have control,
It's a stupid game I play
While time continues wasting away.

I love you, but it frightens me
Because you are the only one I see
Because everyone else fails to be
You.

I won't flash you a scowl, I'll flash you a smile.
It stings a lot worse and burns for a while.