Below a floorboard in a forgotten room
In a book caked with dust and memories
A little boy wrote all his thoughts
On now yellow and fragile paper
In those ink stained pages
A heartache no one ever saw
A darkness no one could ever understand
A fear and faithlessness
A soul so young
And still so broken
No one ever saw the book
His feelings got him ridiculed
He learned to hide his inner works
And share them only with the paper
There could be no genuine smiles
No honest laugh
He carried so much pain
Locked up in his chest
He never exploded
Let it out little by little
With words and razor blades
He could never hurt another soul
Never let another feel this kind of pain
Does a man feel the same way as a child
Have the same fears
The same pain
I look into the darkest night
And cannot find the answer
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