My Friend's Inner Darkness

What's with his mind,

That no one can't find.

A quiet person as defined,

In his own world he is confined.

After that person he had lost,

He became alone and his heart frost.

All the happiness were flossed.

Eaten by sadness and being bossed.

Oh how his heart would cry,

Excuse me I don't mean to pry.

But I do wish healing for this guy,

When he permits as the time goes by.

When his only treasure got stolen,

For how many ways he wants to get even.

Kill that thief like a dark raven,

With his claws so sharpen.

He grew up feeling alone,

Tending everything on his own.

Look now how he had grown,

A hard yet unbreakable stone.

For how many times he thought of ending it all,

Leaving everything in that dark hall.

Through the darkness he would crawl,

And begs for anyone to answer his call.

Anyone around him could feel his heart,

It's like being thrown like a dart.

To describe it I could think of an art,

Still its beyond comparison at the saddest song of Mozart.

I would look at him everyday,

Asking him if he would stay.

I hate seeing that look of dismay,

I wish it would just drift away.

Oh my friend I feel for you,

I wish that hurt would subdue.

If only its that easy for them to shoo,

I won't hesitate that's exactly what ill do.

If only there's a way to lock down his sadness,

If only there's security with all his doubtfulness,

I wish he won't end up so heartless,

No matter how much he felt so helpless.

The sorrow that cripples him,

All the lights around him so dim,

The blankness inside him too grim,

How I wish to change them in a whim.

I know how hard this is for this guy,

That he thinks he's so penniless for happiness to buy,

A million times he would sigh,

Shouting up above "Why Oh Why?".

Ever wondered why this pain,

What he did for him to gain,

Such darkness within him that reign,

Stabbing him and not leaving even a bloodstain.

I know he wouldn't accept my pity,

I my self even agree.

But it won't hurt offering him a brownie,

Just to see him again so bubbly.

It doesn't take for a friend to guess,

What's that inner thoughts he compress.

But I know there comes progress,

And finally he feel love and its caress.

For everyone wants to know,

Who's this friend outside my window.

But don't even attempt to see his sorrow,

Else you would feel  your heart was hit by an arrow.

In the end I just wanted to him I would say,

Life is molded like a clay.

You are free to choose whatever you would display.

But one thing for you to understand, 

There's a FRIEND here for you he will stand.

 Rockyman12