For Micah

this is for my buddy

I twist my hands
Concerened for all his pain
For even yours and hers

Cuts his wrists, glass shatters
Red marks, blood rip to tell
Depressed and over rated

Acts of reason
But no sign
Of treason, he finds inside

I can't see anything from the hurt
Pain on his wrists
He pops pills for fun
Drains every brain cell with a drag of hell

Acting out in class
Showing me who he truly is
Why does he hurt himself?
Is it from home, his pain swelling inside

I wanna change him
Show him how life reallly is
The beauty of reality
That lies within

~Wrote this when I was 11 for my best buddy in high school~