He fights for LIFE

The door shakes the house, his books hit the floor,
A weary body,mind and soul,
\\\"I can\\\'t take this anymore!\\\"

Running from the kitchen,
She views the frightning sight,
He\\\'s pale, tired, and lifeless,
His knuckles clenched...and white.

\\\"Talk to me ..\\\" she whispers,
wanting so to ease his pain,
\\\"Do my HIDDEN cuts mean NOTHING?
GEEZ, they do it for thier GAIN!\\\"

\\\"Go on...\\\" she says, then slowly
sits beside him on the floor,
\\\"These freakin\\\' sleeves, they HIDE the trails,
my flesh is scarred and tore!\\\"

\\\"So what exactly happened , Son?\\\"
Her cheek upon his shoulder,
\\\"A Drama Queen, thinks it\\\'s a joke,
so I raised my sleeve and told her,

\\\"You cut for YOU? to get attention??
What\\\'s that? some morbid form,
Of getting people\\\'s sympathy?
WAKE UP! it\\\'s not the NORM!\\\"

It\\\'s not a fad , you Bleached Blonde babe,
My soul is torn and twisted,
I see a shrink, I take my meds,\\\"
he then went on, tight fisted.

\\\"My PAIN is real, My cuts are HID,
Not displayed for all to see,
Not waved around in front of friends,
Saying \\\'Look...poor pitiful ME!\\\'

There wasn\\\'t much she could tell her Son,
She\\\'d never walked his path,
But to those who test and torment him,
Beware...a Mother\\\'s wrath.

So here\\\'s the 4-1-1 to those
who on daily drama thrive,
He fights the blade, the urge, the shame,
He FIGHTS to stay ALIVE!