A Youngster's Pain

He tried hiding underneath the table

But was still kicked around

Battered and defenseless, really unable

That day he wanted to die



Not a single friend in this entire world

Thought nothing was unforgiving

As he sat there watching the squirrels

He was bloody, bruised and bare



Pains of a youngster pouring on out

Too hard for him to deal with

No one would listen to his crying doubts

He’s within need of dying help

A youngster growing with irritable pains



Wishing that people would just let go

But they’ve left a mark

Wanting to take the gun and the final blow

As it’s become too much



Pains of a youngster pouring on out

Too hard for him to deal with

No one would listen to his crying doubts

He’s within need of dying help

A youngster growing with irritable pains



Becoming too much for him to deal with

Becoming so difficult

Why can’t he be as strong as his hero myth?

As he loaded a gun



No one to protect him any further in his mind

Put the gun to his head

As he pulled the trigger, the stars aligned

Battered soul destroyed



Pains of a youngster pouring on out

Too hard for him to deal with

No one would listen to his crying doubts

He’s within need of dying help

A youngster growing with irritable pains