Gone
They could see him slipping, falling right out of their hands
Into the dark tunnels of his mind
He was lost
They could see that
The could see, clear as day
Bumps
Bruises
Cuts running up his arms, shoulder and legs,
Even though he'd done his best to hide them.
They could see him falling through the cracks
Yet they could not help him
Every day they lost more of him
Every day he was still slipping away
Falling from their grasp
Working his best
Though his grades were trash
Fighting as hard as he could
And his chores were never done
They could see clearly the dullness in his eyes witch used to be sky blue.
They could see the tears always hidden but desperate to break out.
They could see them
Scars
Bruises
He was malnourished
Yet they had a full fridge
They could see him and didn't know how to help him
Until the day came when it was too late
And they were as oblivious as ever.
...\(^_^)/...
Authors note: So, i feel OK with this. I wanted to add more though, but it sounded rushed