This confusion has me going mad , as I sit, music up loud as I drown in my thoughts as this cloud of Pain follows straight into my dark moulded soul filled with screams & cries of help ; this good heart he once had would just melt giving up on everything with glad .Everyone left him but he's not surprised he's used to it & allowed himself to just confide in his own hurt ; funny thing is he gave his all & thought he actually had friends & family who cared but then they left one by one now having a beware sign on his neck .....
Yes he acts up & changes at times but do you know his story did you realize his struggles & sacrifices made just to be here today ; his fight just to stay sane & keep that crooked smile on his face & keep the "are you ok?"questions away.
Try meeting him talking to me , struggled mind twisted thoughts ; this he decrees that one day it'll all be fine & a smile to wake up & sleep to will be brighter than a new dime & he'll be cherished better than life itself ...


        This poem isn't for those of small minds but open & comprehensive.      ~Chilled