It's not possible to break
the boy who is broken.
There are reasons he cries
and is rarely outspoken.

He isn't around
to tear or to take.
So he doesn't hear
when you call him, "Mistake."

His body may be here
but it's only a shell.
His soul is missing,
it's trapped inside Hell.

You can't trip a boy
who's been beaten by many.
His razors and vodka
always keep him steady.

The bruises can fade
from their black or dark blue,
They aren't the first;
and those faded too.

When he gets home
there's a gun in his hand.
To depression he takes
his first and last stand.

It's not possible to save
the corpse on the bed.
But if only you knew,
he was already dead.

~October 12, 2012~
~ShatteredScribe~