Sleep Sweet Dreams

He seems so happy most of the time
A smile growing ear to ear
So strong and masculine

He could hold the entire world on his shoulders
He’s got arms like boulders
And there’s no doubt he’s strong on the outside

The world will never know of his silent struggle
Of the pain he hides when there’s no one he confides
Except this evening razorblade

His flesh he cuts it helps him feel
Lets him know he still is real
He’s got a heart somewhere inside
Just no one out here he can confide

So just before bed to calm his mind
He cuts himself to help unwind
His one million thoughts to finally calm

It helps him rest like baby’s sleep
When he gets tired of counting sheep
When nothing else will help

When knife and flesh presume a kiss
His flesh cries out in crimson bliss
This way of life his self infliction
It’s always been a sad addiction

A cry for help in crimson tears
Block out his thoughts and crush his fears