He's fifteen
Was fourteen
All along
There was something wrong
He had no friends
His words were small
There was no hand
When he would fall
He wasn't strong
His stance was weak
The Bigger Guys
Would call him meek
They punched him hard
Until he bled
The others watched
And laughed instead
He didn't move
So they slapped his cheek
Until at last
The tears would leak
"You mamma's boy"
"You f*cking twat"
I beg you please
Don't call him that
His mamma's dead
His father's cruel
He beats him up
Just after school
But you won't see
How bad he's hurt
Because it hides
Beneath his shirt
And then at night
When stars all fly
He weeps himself
A lullaby
And promises
That he won't die
Since mamma's watching
From the sky
And right till dawn
His father's wasted
His life is all
Intoxicated
He pulls a smirk
His eyes are wild
And grabs a knife
To strike his child
The boy shrieks loud
But there's no sound
He spins around
And hits the ground
Don't leave him there
Don't leave him there
He needs to know
That people care
But' he's fifteen
He'll be sixteen
And for a while
He slips a smile
He doesn't need
This searing pain
And when he cries
He's not insane
His mind is strong
And grows each day
He's beautiful
In every way
The Bigger guys
May call him meek
But their own hearts
Are more than weak
He's no twat
And he's no toy
He's more than just
The Teenage Boy
But let's be frank
He would've died
If mamma hadn't
Stayed by his side
