He felt trapped in his own body, happiness was in his grasp, but it slipped away. He cared for too much and he got his heart squashed. All for too much a cost.
Now he's sitting in the dark, in that long forgotten room. Wishing away the tears.
For the answer was final, and he went back to being silent.
The fake smile stapled to his face, and his secrets kept below the surface.
There is no one who cares as much as he, so he will gather their secrets, have his shoulder dislocated for every time it is leaned on.
Until finally he dissapears, his heart dragging him down below the surface.
The staples will be ripped, the bags under his eyes from long nights for them on full view. He'll no longer Grace them with his charm.
Because they feasted upon him, until there was nothing left of him to give.
