Memiors of a Madman

The Little Kid Older than Me

The Little Kid Older than Me

I hold my breath as to not make a sound,

All I hear is a million teardrops on the ground.

The sound of a dying self suffocates,

As the one tried to escape his sealed fate...

And as the trembling begins inside,

He'll cut out both eyes,

Just so he can listen to you better.

Me an him are two birds of a feather.

His father tears him apart,

So he tried to harden his heart,

but nothing he can do to strengthen that part.

I try so desperately to reach inside,

And fix his fucked up mind.

But instead he tells me to run and hide,

If I want to get out alive.

I've been trying to recollect,

On the thought of self-respect.

But all I can think of is that boy.

Would he have died?

If his father would have tried,

To love him like he was something worth loving?