He is not a victim
Just offbeat and strange
Fighting off the pain
The memories play
Repeat once and while
Bruised smile
No one ever came
Little boy begging to die
Bleeding tears
So much
And all that snot
Made it hard to breath
All those nights
It was so hard to sleep
Couldn’t find
Anywhere safe to be
The bedroom boy
The window watcher
Timid eyes
Pleads with the daylight
To disappear
Even in his dreams
She was still chasing
He lay wasting
The best part of life
He chased butter knife hopes
Hoping to slide it in the plugin
Hoping to hit the perfect spark
Hoping to end before his heart
Got broken again
And in morning
When she was to tired
To start storming
He headed off
To school
Were kids were cruel
The only time he was ever safe
Was coming home
And on his way
The in-betweens of his day
Now it doesn’t really matter
And sometimes he is ashamed
To even admit it
Because he is not victim
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 7:01 PM UTC
He is not a victim
Just offbeat and strange
Fighting off the pain
The memories play
Repeat once and while
Bruised smile
No one ever came
Little boy begging to die
Bleeding tears
So much
And all that snot
Made it hard to breath
All those nights
It was so hard to sleep
Couldn’t find
Anywhere safe to be
The bedroom boy
The window watcher
Timid eyes
Pleads with the daylight
To disappear
Even in his dreams
She was still chasing
He lay wasting
The best part of life
He chased butter knife hopes
Hoping to slide it in the plugin
Hoping to hit the perfect spark
Hoping to end before his heart
Got broken again
And in morning
When she was to tired
To start storming
He headed off
To school
Were kids were cruel
The only time he was ever safe
Was coming home
And on his way
The in-betweens of his day
Now it doesn’t really matter
And sometimes he is ashamed
To even admit it
Because he is not victim
