He’s too young for sex
He goes home

He needs the blood
He needs to see the red

Let him see it trickle down his arms
Let him escape

He needs to feel the mettle perce his skin, making him bleed
He needs everything to end

And once he follows through, let him be in agony for his last breaths
Let him cut through the numbness and feel everything. Every bit of hurt that they caused

Because if it leaves a mark then they’ll believe him, he’ll Believe him.
When Nothing feels real anymore,The only certainty is pain
He goes to his room

He needs to rip his eyes out, he shouldn't have seen this
He needs to swallow them, watching himself choke, guaranteeing the death he has anticipated since the first time the blade was dragged along his arm

Let him grab the knife
Let him escape

He’s too young to bleed
His eyes close