a simpler collection

gasoline

his lips held a story untold
he hid behind the innocent look of despair
his mind consisted of suicidal thoughts
he was a broken boy with no one to care
his tongue dripped gasoline
with every fearful word he managed to speak
his trembling legs and racing heart made him weak
he wanted someone to notice
his mind was unstable, he was a mess
no one managed to realize this and soon he was diminished by his terrible thoughts
his eyes held the hope that he had left
he couldn't find a way to let it through
he was dying inside and it was because of you
he was a disaster in a midnight's storm
tearing through this world with no thought worn
he had lost his mind before
but it wasn't as bad as this
he managed to kiss darkness' lips
he was a prisoner of his own mind
he was left to parish in a wasteland of wasted thoughts and feelings
everything he wanted had been taken from him
leaving him at this melancholic state
his personality had been stripped from him
he fears as if now that it's too late
he cannot be saved, he's dying inside
life seems to hate him
but little did he know that you felt like this too