Fallen
The boy whom always smiled, was only hiding behind a mask,
He seemed to be happy, but it only ever was a lie,
Stupid silly me, never to even think of questions to ask,
Falling into the dark abyss, hoping he were to die,
For I cannot save him, I am all ready in the dark,
His tears break loose and escape, the cracks begin to show,
Losing happiness and hope, that small nimble spark,
He cannot deny it now and has fallen down ever so low,
He'll recover, knowing him, he'll have another mask to wear,
Never will he expose those bruises, scars upon his face,
But he'll never truly know that others and I do care,
There is not one reason, now is not the time, nor place,
There is the boy who is alone and lost, since his heart is broken.
His true words never were or will be heard nor spoken.
