The boys thoughts

The boy looked into the mirror tears in his eyes, 
Told himself “your a man you can’t cry” 
But maybe if someone knew what went on in his mind, 
They could save his life,
Blowing into his whistle but no one heard the sound 
Debating if he’ll ever be found 
His mind is always at an unease
What do they say about me when I’m not around, 
I was pushed a while back and haven’t hit the ground, 
Not like it would matter because no one would hear a sound,
I try to stay positive, make people laugh 
But some days I stay quite and face the facts, 
That your never coming back 
That the friends I used to have 
We’re never here for the Long run  
The girl I loved was the wrong one 
Now I’m stuck with these thoughts 
Constantly running through my head 
Feels like people already think I’m dead 
It’s getting really hard to walk on this thread, 
Two thoughts as I lay in my bed 
Quit while I’m ahead 
Or walk the thread instead