He is actually me

A kid walks down the street
Broken and torn apart
His Sadness drops to his feet
He has a Broken heart

He walks down all alone
as a tear drops from his face down
The weeping and terror in his tone
but no one hears his sound

His tear is drops to the floor
and no one there on his side
To him, his pain people ignore
and he's wrapped tighter in the bide

He just sits down on his bed
lays there in such silence
Crazy things run in his head
but never such violence

His heart is broken and crushed
from this ones he thought cared
his feelings were took-en and flushed,
though he took his heart and shared

The hurting pain feels so bad
But no one can even see,
True Love is something he never had,
He is actually.....Me