Pain, one that hurt so bad it felt good.
A wrist, one that bled more than it should.
A mind, one that thought about things that no one else would.
A soul, one that wasn’t full of childhood.
A heart, so broken it couldn’t be fixed with tools and wood.
A year, one that was full of pain and despair because he was misunderstood
A body, covered with cuts and holes in a small neighborhood.
And a person, able to feel stronger than any other could.
