late at night a broken boy thinks about broken dreams.
he thinks about what could've been, what should've been, and what would've been.
this broken boy hides his pain late at night, through writing, through reminiscing,
and through dreaming
he can't move on, even though it seems like such an easy task it is killing him slowly.
burning into his very soul and clawing at what he once knew, at what used to be, at what he remembers but now realizes that it's a foreign
feeling, this feeling of love and compassion.
the boy dreams of a better future
trying to be positive even though he is reminded
every night, by the haunting memories
the ones that will alway remain
the ones that will never leave
and will haunt him for the rest of his life
perhaps he'll be happy one day
in this life or the next
but the boy is not foolish
happiness will eventually come to him
one day, one night, perhaps late at night
eventually he'll love again
eventually he'll feel again
eventually he'll be sane and not obsessed
obsessed with the past
trying to figure out what he did wrong
or why it happened
it sinks into his body, making him sick
making him not want to exist
or breathe anymore but he perseveres
as he is not selfish, he has a place
and he knows it
but one thing is for certain
this boy will never be the same
even though people try and convince him
he knows it
and these late nights
prove it.
