ok, I made this one myself. whee
The boy sits there all alone,
His heart beats slowly like a melancholy tone.
His cheeks are wet from all his tears,
All he can see are his fears.
His body aches from all the pain,
There's nothing left for him to gain.
His wrists are cut, and bleeding red,
His soul's alive, but his heart is dead.
His eyes are blinded by his sorrow,
There's no one left for him to follow.
Will he be found, or will he stay lost?
Will he take a chance or pay the cost?
