He's only 11 and he says he's psychotic.
He says that nobody likes him, but he's okay with that.
He probably plays in his yard alone,
doesn't have anyone to talk to on the phone.
I see cuts on his wrist, visible proof of the risk.
He uses his ADHD as an excuse, one can observe he's hiding the abuse.
He's excluded from everything, he wants to die
but he needs to spread his wings and fly!
Instead he takes the other's opinions to heart,
tearing his body slowly apart...

Look, there she is...flying away
That fairy with her pearly gossamer wings
I tried to imprint her in stone and clay
But she just refuses to be bound by strings

The History is splattered with her fame
Can you then guess her brilliant name?
It goes in rhyme with rhyme
Yes, her name is Time

She is fickle, she has no plan
Yet she won't wait for any man
Howmuch ever you fight and fret
Once she is gone you are bound to regret

So as long as you have her, make a wish
Mayhap she will shower you with a kiss
She has lived through the ages
Her tales have filled up eons of pages

To keep her you have to be wise
Oh she is a fairy, she can be nice
She can wave her magic wand
And put the world in your hand!

So look there she is...again flying away
That fairy with her pearly gossamer wings
No, don't imprint her in stone or clay
She is too beautiful to be bound by strings!

It's funny,
Isn't it?
How life can be so cruel,
Yet so giving.
But you choose how to spend your time.
The things you want to happen,
The little things you get excited for,
That will make you happy,
They will seem to take a long time,
Very slow.
And you don't like to wait.
You will learn to stop getting excited for things,
And they will begin to come and go,
Quicker than ever.
You will realize that by giving up this wait,
The wait for excitement or happiness,
You are seeing your life flash before your eyes.
But you don't care anymore,
Because it's too late.

i have stopped
screaming
into empty rooms
because
it is  
the same as
screaming
into full rooms
of people who
have said they were listening