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