A Broken Child, Part I – His Depression

by Alison   Oct 21, 2004


There’s a young boy sitting in Maths class with all his mates surrounding him
He doesn’t care for numbers nor charts
Always getting in trouble, for yelling and fighting
He’s just there to get his mate’s laughs

Detentions and late notes are all he’s living for
No one dares to mess with him,
They think they’ll be dead for sure
But no one realizes his hidden weakness
People pass him off for normality no one realizing he’s emotionless

No one thinks about his secret past,
They probably wouldn’t dare to even ask
But beneath this tenacious masquerade
There’s something broken inside that continues to fade

Something missing from his soul that he covers with his disguise,
If anyone were brave enough to look,
They’d notice his broken home
And deceased family-ties

Death consumed this child the second he were born,
His world’s eternal darkness came just after his dawn.
His life goes on, Yet his soul never lived,
Just as his sun never shone

His birth caused his mothers death
So he always was looked upon as an outsider
Father bashed him, siblings hated him
Never treated any different than a demonic sin

So school became his refuge
As his family couldn’t care less about his grades
And he was the cool kid at school,
Had control over his mates

Even though he loved his school life,
He had no friend to confide in,
So he continually hid away in the dark
Projecting fake laughs and an ongoing fake grin

His mind so full of hate and pain
Had no escape route,
So inevitably he turned to drugs,
Smoking Pot, and injecting Cocaine

His life rapidly going downhill,
After 14 years he had nothing going for him
Not even wanting to get anywhere
Condemning his future to be forevermore dim.

Of course he had girlfriends
He never liked them though
They were just there for the attention
The relationships would never grow

Sick and tired of life,
And everyone in it
Running through the shadows
Hating the entire planet

He literally felt no emotion
Just an ongoing emptiness,
And maybe a mutual feeling of resent.
So this decision was Inevitable.
Down to the shops he went,
Not to buy a coke, burger or even a video game
But to buy a knife.

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