Missing out on things that he enjoyed,

Hoping if himself where to be destroyed

In all the minuet ways.

Then that voice that always says

“Your existence is pathetic and you should be ashamed”

No matter how he tried those thoughts couldn't be tamed

So he attempt subdue with masochistic ways,

Hoping it will make him free one of these days.

He can't deal with shame so that's his next plot

"I'll blurt all my secrets and feel my mind rot!"

His friends will laugh and his humiliation will rise.

He looks in the mirror to see the pain in his eyes

But it still isn't enough to subdue what lies inside.

What other happy feelings could he brush aside?

He finds nothing so drinking came next of course

And he continued on such paths with no remorse.

"It is my body" he cried "and I choose this pain"

Until his thoughts escalated  "why not cut a vein?"

He never chose to be so broken and alone

It was the only way he could attempt to silence his mind's moan.