Red Hoodie

He comes to school with bloodshot eyes and his clothes from yesterdayÂ
And the day before, and the day before thatÂ
He lays his head down, to hopefully get a few minutes of sleepÂ
Because this classroom is his safe placeÂ
When I see his eyes, they’re the most beautiful I’ve ever seenÂ
But they’re pleading for helpÂ
The day I met him, I could feel the pain radiating off of himÂ
When I ask, he wears happiness as a maskÂ
But that mask is fadingÂ
The bruises are getting darker, and he’s too weak to hide themÂ
That Friday he wasn’t at schoolÂ
When I saw his empty desk, I felt everything and nothing all at the same timeÂ
Speeding to his house, praying for a miracleÂ
I see his red hoodieÂ
My eyes are blurred with tears, I lose controlÂ
Adrenaline is shooting throughout meÂ
And time slows to a screeching haltÂ
I can feel my leg being twisted unnaturally, but I can’t breatheÂ
The last thing I remember is the smell of gasolineÂ
And that damned red hoodie

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Comments
Very gripping!
Super intense! I love it!