There was once a boy who loved the colour red
And to his mother and father and sister
"I love you to the moon and back," he said.
There was once a boy who wrote his feelings in a journal
His sister took and showed the kids at school
And they laughed and hurt him
There was once a boy who wrote sweet things for his mother on sticky notes
And hung them on her mirror for her to see because he knew how self conscious she could be
But his father took them down because he thought things got too messy
There was once a boy who liked to sit in his room and call his best friend
But his best friend met a girl who he liked
And they didn't speak again for a very long while
There was once a boy who trusted his parents
But they lied to him when they said she was only gone for a while
Not lying in a bed in a big white room slowly dying
There was once a boy who fell in love with a girl
And saw her each afternoon from across the street with red marks on her wrists
He knew she was hurt
There was once a boy who loved the guitar
But his father sold it
And used the money on alcohol and cigars
There was once a boy who would visit the hospital alone
To see his sister
But one day the nurses told him she was gone
There was once a boy who would make his mother tea
But after a while
He noticed she just stopped eating
There was once a boy with many friends
But after a while he sat alone
He was tired of having to pretend
There was once a boy who would play baseball with his father
But now he just yelled at his wife and hit his last child
As the days got harder
There was once a boy who loved the colour red
When he was 16 he wrote and left a note to his parents
"I'm sorry," It said.
