There are marks upon his arms.
Hidden beneath the articles of dark clothing.
Pain stained on his eyes.
As black liner circles them.
He's alone in this world, traveling along searching.
For someone who understands, but it's impossible.
He struggles to keep himself alive, but only from himself.
Dreading seeing the world beyond his black room.
Thinking that nobody could be messed up as he.
So far away from himself, that he's lost.
Everyone has given up on him, ignoring his pleas.
There's no one that understands his tormenting pain.
Nobody felt what he did, until he found me. -
