Things have been relatively fair With the sweet kiss of October's air Shedding bracelets, now longer sleeves And of course a smile that everyone believes Quite factually he's manged to fool himself Bittling his emotions, hiding them on a shelf And he's found a girl who might actually stay Until he thinks, what a lovve story cliche He's happy, truly happy, so he thinks But then he realize's he's back on the brink Slowly bordering relapse and recovery Without any help from social anxiety He's capable of laughing at simple jokes But he fears someday he'll be a hoax He's the guy girls all adore Yet he believes he's someone they'll deplore Pushed people awqay, has yet one friend Slipping back to old ways, alcohol requisite Knuckles bruised, self petulant Tear stained face, whiskey on his breathe Each shot represents a friend who left He writes his goodbye letter and crumbles it up He feels even worse, he's low on luck And thing is no one knows what's truly happening Unable to see his mutilating agony His cries were silent whispers; unheard No one knew, he never said a word Till everyone woke up and he was gone No one knew who did him wrong Used his blade to create an allegory And the scars fit together to tell his story
This is dedicated to my best friend who recently attempted suicide on his birthday, He's okay now, thank the heavens. He's so wonderful and I feel this expresses him excellently