You see him fake a smile when hanging with his friends,
But he's a boy right?
They do not have problems.
You see him shrug his shoulders when you ask him "how are you?",
But he's a lost and broken soul,
There's nothing you can do.
You see him pulling down his sleeves and flinching as he does,
But he's a smart and sensible lad,
There is no need to fuss.
You watch him every day and observe the way he moves,
His skin is pale and eyes are dark,
What have you got to lose?
You breathe in and slowly make your way towards his desk,
He needs somebody to be there,
But, sweetheart, this is not your mess.
You notice that his chair is empty and that there is no boy,
He's home, instead, he's crying, dear,
His heart is but a toy.
The cuts have deepened and the bruises are darker,
He's fighting against all his demons now,
They go by mother and father.
You're the same as everybody else now and you're powerless, dear,
You know not what has happened,
You know not of his fear.
You're too late now, it's done and dusted,
The boy is hanging, hanging, hanging,
He's finally found that peace that he forever lusted.
You no longer see his fake smile and you no longer see his face,
That troubled boy that went unnoticed,
He's early finished this race.
You sit and listen to them cry,
About the boy that will be forever missed,
It was too early for him to die.
Your face is crumpled and your cheeks are stained,
You could of saved him,
You are to blame.
They do not care, you know that it's true.
All because he is a boy who hid his feelings,
And that's what boys do.
