If Only He Knew How to Fight This

i wrote this for Lit the other day

He thought his life was crashing

yet he thought he knew enough

He decided to take a few wrong turns

Swore his heart, it would not touch

He took a few too many and

drank a bit too much

Thought he could live by dying

Swore his head, it would not touch

I looked at him and wintnessed as he broke and fell

I wished that he could find a way

to turn back now

to keep the monsters away

But now his bodys broken.

Were helping him rebuild

It rips and tears and falls apart.

his emptiness we fill.

Still sometimes he falters

But we know that its ok

Well pick him up agian and he

will have the strength for another day

It touched his head

It broke his heart

and now he looks at me

and tells me that he wished 

that he knew why