Just another defeated boy,
Just lonely and afraid,
Searching for the special something,
to take away the weight.
He's never loved too deeply,
For fear held him back.
He always pushed his sadness down,
It would take him off track.
His friends were his instruments,
They spoke all his thoughts.
And without them beside him,
He felt like he was lost.
And the only way to fill the gap,
Was to sing in his head.
And he whispered to all that heard,
"Without my guitar, I am dead. "
So they let him be and carried on,
Ignoring all of his pain.
They watched as he self-destructed,
Screaming in the rain.
Everyday had the same routine,
He lied, "I'm okay".
He drowned out the world around him,
Pushed everyone away.
He found comfort in written words,
Got lost in the pages.
He wanted the happy ending,
That came through the ages.
Music kept his blood pumping,
Beer kept him numb.
Piano riffs and melodies,
The beat of a drum.
Every night he walked the streets,
Admiring the moon,
trying to convince himself
That he is fine alone.
A girl asked him by the train tracks,
Why he didn't open up.
He shook his head and tried to speak,
But it was just too tough.
So he picked up his saxophone,
He opened his eyes,
To reveal stormy blue oceans,
Bursting with life.
She leaned closer and whispered,
"I do understand,
All of the hardships you carry...
No, this isn't the end."
Her voice soothed his aching soul
And he seemed to smile,
"Some-how, I think I will be fine.
But it might take a while."
I didn't excpet to spend my night writing this, but here it is. Please tell me what you think.
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