He was a boy
With a scar running across his chest
He remembered the horror
Eating away in his body
He could taste the warm blood
Traveling up his throat
He could feel the emptiness
Dwelling inside his body
No one could see the pain
No one really cared

He lived in his own hell
Silently screaming cries of help
I never thought it was possible
For one to take in so many stabs
And still keep eyes open
As the rest of the world becomes
brainwashed and faded

I just want to stare into those eyes
Filled with so much strength
And acquire enough energy
To move in to tomorrow