the life and times

Of a simple man,
These are the lifeand times,
Who from day to day,
Commits so many heart breaking crimes.

His friends all love him,
They think hes so kind,
Their opinions would change,
If they ever once saw his mind.

His sight is clouded,
Thoughts are dark,
No light to guide him,
Not even a spark.

His wrists are warn,
Broken and scarred,
They tell the stories,
Of when times got hard.

His head is cramped,
He needs to get out,
Cries for help,
Yet no one hears him shout.

He can't help but worry,
About those for whom he cares,
A gaping black hole,
In his heart it tears.

He walks this world,
Faking a smile,
Hoping everyones fooled,
At least for a while.

He's forever haunted,
By ghosts of his past,
He can't even remember,
When he felt happy last.

He's afraid of love,
He fears the pain,
Always gets hurt,
Running in vain.

He can't think strait,
Going crazy,
No one can help,
Or even trys sadly.

This world isn't home,
He doesn't belong,
he's doomed to walk it,
Singing his sad song.

He helps everyone,
Who's there for him,
When his world goes dark,
And his light goes dim?

Every night,
He used to cry,
Now he can't,
Eyes have gone dry.

Stares at the floor,
No one sees his eyes,
They always reveal,
The pain he feels inside.

No one knows his story,
Everyone has a different part,
That way no one can blackmail,
Their way into his heart.

Many don't like him,
Seems everyone has a problem,
Perhaps if he was gone,
That would solve them.

Now you know the story,
Or at least a part,
That weighs so heavy,
Upon his heart.