The Boy Who Hurts

I have yet to know your name,

Yet to hear your voice,

But I will always remember,

The boy who hurts.

Your eyes are filled with rage,

Hands buried in the mints of your face,

You are covered with despair.

The self-pity is eating you alive,

You are driving yourself mad among your own insanity,

It's complete agony.

Your heart is made up of hate,

You are not in a good state,

Slowly dwindling within the sky,

Making your way to this peaceful place.

But there is no need to cry,

No soul shall see.

For I,

Dare not look,

Dare not speak.

But let me break the rules,

And give you a small taste,

I love the boy,

The boy who hurts,

Your demons don't scare me,

That I guaranty.

I know you're scared,

And there you stare,

Into my fragile soul,

That you so effortlessly wish to explore.

It is yours if you please,

This will defiantly not be a breeze,

But I am yours,

And I will guide you to the light.

I have yet to know your name,

Yet to hear your voice,

But I will always remember,

The boy who hurts.