As Bad As It Really Is

He left the front door
Slamming closed
Wasted in the life
He chose

His little boys were afraid
He'd come back in
But mother promised them
She'd never let that happen
Again

Now ten years later
One little boy, looks in the mirror
And cuts his hair
Instead of his wrists
Because then they won't
Notice it
As bad as it really is

He used to cry
About being alone
But now that he
Gave up on finding a home
It's not like he can cry anymore

So he finds himself
Locked behind his bedroom door
Asleep so that he's not
Aware of his sores

But when he wakes up
He knows he won't get any love
So he gives up

And cuts some more off his hair
So no one will ask about his pain
Because he doesn't want
Anyone to see the stains
Because maybe they won't know it's
As bad as it really is