There was a young boy with light brown hair
with dull blue eyes, a fixated stare
to us, he's just lost in hid head
but he is glaring at his Jed
Jed only exists in ty's head
as frightening as monsters under your bed
He'd curl your stomach, freeze your mind
He is the shiver down your spine
Ty throws back hours like cheap liquor
Jed's resentment makes him sicker
His desire to hurt is spawned from Jed
His last bit of confidence is dead
With the click of a lock, Ty starts to cry
He crosses his heart and hopes to die
a melody of toxic treats
He wipes the tears off of his cheeks
He grabs a blade of stainless steel
He glances back, Jed looks so real
Ty only wants his death
as he sucks in a steady breath...
A banging on the bathroom door
they found him on the tiled floor
the blade shines in the morning sun
on the mirror, in blood, is written "Jed Won"
