Tick tock, tic tock, tick tock.
It was the life of him.
Like a clock.
Just ticking by.
Sitting in his room.
Just wondering why.
Will he ever die?
Would he even last?
He was just worried.
Just worried about the past.
He created bruises, cuts and burn scars.
He was tired of life.
Tired of being forgotten.
Tired of living in fear.
The thing is nobody realized.
Nobody realized that boys are depressed too.
