The Untouchable Hearts
So innocent the pale face in the picture.
The innocence turns to pain,
and to soon,
the pain will be smothered by toxins.
The poison fills him.
The music still just as serious
but he is forever changed.
The drugs, cancer sticks and alcoholic drinks,
They force his eyes to sink,
To create caves beneath his smooth hazel eyes.
Is it bad that I feel the pain he felt?
Even if it was before I was 10?
The pure understanding,
The thought and emotion.
The pain and suffering.
All of it I can feel.
The outsider,
The one who sits and listens to music quietly.
The one who will tell you off if you hurt anyone.
The one everybody notices, but then ignores.
I wish somebody could understand how I see things.
To truly see what I am seeing,
The core, not the fake skin.