He was once the popular kid.
All the way through primary school.
And the first three years of high school.
The boy everyone wanted to be friends with,
Who every girl wanted to go out with.
Who would have known,
He kept such a deep dark secret,
From Everyone.
Constantly smiling, laughing and joking.
How could have anyone ever notice,
The secret he hid,
The pain he was going through,
The fear that lay behind his gorgeous smile.
Secrets can’t stay secrets forever.
But now everyone judging him,
Hating him for his way to cope,
For what he is addicted to,
But still not knowing his story,
Just seeing the scars upon his wrists.
His coping method made him the outcast,
The freak and the Emo.
But I don’t see him that way,
I see a boy in pain,
Needing someone to listening,
To understand him,
To help him,
To same him from himself.
I see the boy I have known since nursery,
Just a little more scared and hurt,
But still the same boy I have known since nursery.
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