Him

There's not a broken bone in sight
No bruises, cuts, scars or burns
No physical wounds to show
But the pain's still there, he learns.

There's no blood loss, no ruptures, no injury
Nothing that any of us can see
Yet the pain in still there, deep and raw
In him, in her, in me

There is no surgery to heal the wound
No physical help for anyone to provide
Each day is the same, sad and upsetting
The hope remains that this feeling subsides

He spends all day in bed
Or at least wishes he could
He has to pretend everything is okay
Put on his act that life is good

He reverts into himself from time to time
Finds comfort but loneliness there
All he needs is someone for a hug
Someone to physically care

He waits for the day it all starts to feel better
And some days seem much nicer than others
But he still get depressed, still has the urge
To go running to hide under his covers

People throw the word about all the time
They think they realise his struggle, his pain
They brush it off as nothing
Then go back to being happy again

They don't realise how somehow he sits there
Contemplating the start of his own death
He could do it with a knife, or a noose
Or maybe some drugs, some E's, some meth

Even when he's happy he still has these thoughts
They don't seem to want to go away
But somehow he manages to soldier on
And lives for another day

He's unsure of what to do most the time
Whatever happens he cannot win
He writes his thoughts down on paper
Then scrumples it up and throws it in the bin

Much like anything else that doesn't truly help
How does he get his feelings down on the page
What words can he use to describe the severity of emotions
The anger, the hurt, the fear, the sadness, the rage

He curls up in his bed, saying nothing
Some days he doesn't even want to speak
And unbeknown to everybody else, almost each day
A tear rolls down his face before he sleeps

They don't realise the severity of the situation
They say their situation is exactly the same
They tell him he's too miserable
That for not being happy; he's the one to blame

So he isolates himself even more
In his room again he hides away
He closes his eyes, more tears rolling down his cheeks,
He hopes only to open them when it's a much better day.