The boy in the mirror
Looks up to see
A pain-ridden face
It looks so sad to me
He doesn’t feel like living
But he doesn’t want to die
Everybody left him
Before he could even say goodbye
His body isn’t him
It’s not what’s in his mind
He wonders what would happen
If one person could try to be kind
He made his decision
He’s going to let go
It is very sad
When someone stoops this low
He grabs a gun and puts it to his head
He’s blinded by the sadness, he can’t see
Then the boy in the mirror looks up
And I realize this boy is me.
