The boy was alone every night. He had nothing. Nobody cared for the feelings he had. Nobody respected him for what he asked. He was misinterpreted. That made him a mess. His mind had so much traffic from all the thoughts he had.
But one day as he met another boy that made him happy. The back story of him was bad. Everybody told him to fear for the boy. People told him to stay away as if it was a trap.
The boy didn't listen. He did as he wanted to without using that mess of a mind he had. He could have been smarter about it, but the boy was toxic. That boy he met had him under a spell. A spell that is so hard to break. It was love, and the love got the best of him and he fell deeper and deeper.
Then one day the boy left him, like everybody else in this world. Now the boy was alone again. His mind even more fucked. It was like a nuke had gone off. Cause now there was nothing. He had a blank mind. He found no reason to stay alive.
He let things get the best of him again, and now he's gone. Forever he is no longer gonna bother the world. Everybody can stop feeling bad and pretending to care. They all knew they never did anyway.
(s.b) 10/6/16
