His grey eyes, Black lips
His Chelsea smile
Been like this
For a little while.
The scar its healing
Suffering done
But every time it’s closing
He slits it undone
They wanted him to smile more
They did it out of spite
Now he wakes up screaming
In the middle of the night
He drowns the pain in music
Ringing in his ear
He hides the stitches with his black fringe
But without the cut is clear
Depressed and upset
He’s cut up his wrist
A razor blade to his skin
Yet how could he resist
They labelled him as emo
Leaving him alone
Said the work was done
Not that he’d have known
He has no choice to smile
Smile from ear to ear
No one really realised
Smiling was his biggest fear….
