Someone called "You"
There is a kid out there who needs my help tonight.
Well, not really a "kid" per say, more of a teenager than anything else. But then again, being sixteen entitles you to a wonderful time and the shiny title of "almost an adult."
But this teen doesn't want to be "almost grown up." He just wants to go back to the times before this misery. I guess that would be about seven.
Nine years ago.
Before his mother left him all alone with Him. He was his father, and He always used to be a nice guy. Loved his son, loved his wife. Then she died, leaving his father heartbroken.
For weeks all He did was cry and drink. Then one day He got too drunk. And the poor kid was only trying to help...
He went to school the next day with a broken arm and a black eye.
"I fell down."
That was his excuse every time. His few friends, all of about three, stayed away from him. They were worried, but they didn't want to become involved in whatever was going on.
He was bullied at school, ignored by everyone.
But the only thing that he dreaded was Him. Then he finally snapped.
Fought back at Him, but all that got him were a few bruised ribs and a bloody nose.
There's a kid out there who needs no help from me tonight.
He helped himself.
Right to an early grave.
Poor You.
There is a kid out there who needs my help tonight.
Well, not really a "kid" per say, more of a teenager than anything else. But then again, being sixteen entitles you to a wonderful time and the shiny title of "almost an adult."
But this teen doesn't want to be "almost grown up." He just wants to go back to the times before this misery. I guess that would be about seven.
Nine years ago.
Before his mother left him all alone with Him. He was his father, and He always used to be a nice guy. Loved his son, loved his wife. Then she died, leaving his father heartbroken.
For weeks all He did was cry and drink. Then one day He got too drunk. And the poor kid was only trying to help...
He went to school the next day with a broken arm and a black eye.
"I fell down."
That was his excuse every time. His few friends, all of about three, stayed away from him. They were worried, but they didn't want to become involved in whatever was going on.
He was bullied at school, ignored by everyone.
But the only thing that he dreaded was Him. Then he finally snapped.
Fought back at Him, but all that got him were a few bruised ribs and a bloody nose.
There's a kid out there who needs no help from me tonight.
He helped himself.
Right to an early grave.
Poor You.