He was just another broken boy
Among the thousands out there
Nothing special
(Or so he thought)
While on his knees
Pouring his soul out
Little by little
Into a toilet bowl
Or a stranger that cared for him
At least for a moment
(Or so he forced himself to believe)
He thought it would help
At first
To chase the pain away
But when he found out it didn't
That it just made it worse
He couldn't care anymore
Not for himself
Not for who he used to be
Not for who he could become
So he gave his love to strangers
Who didn't give it back
And he offered up his food
To the god named beauty
(Or so he called him)
And he bled on the floor of his bathroom at night
Blood mixing with tears mixing with blood
And one night he became tired
Of the emptiness
That clung to him
Seemingly unsatisfied
No matter how much self destruction he fed it
To it's demand
'Maybe' he thought 'if I feed it enough pills it will be satisfied
And leave me alone
Just for a second'
And a second is all he needed
All he craved
So that's what he did
He fed the emptiness all the pills he could find
In the medicine cabinet
Of his parent's bathroom
And laid down in his bed
And closed his eyes
And wished that the emptiness would leave him
just for a moment
And he got his wish
And even more than that
He got his emptiness to leave him alone
forever
He was finally free
(Or so he imagined with his last thought before everything was gone)