She noticed the bruises early;
Until she looked in his eyes.
He was far away and sullen,
Later came the cuts and scars.
Silence was all he claimed.
She felt the need to save him.
All her suspicions were divulged.
Then DCFS came to take the boy away.
“No one will ever hurt you again,”
She whispers as he leaves.
He watches her figure vanish,
As the car drives away.
“You’re going to be safe now son,”
The caseworker assures.
“You’ll stay with the Andersons,
Til all this goes away.”
A tear rolled down his cheek
As he caresses the scars on his arm.
The Andersons are nice and caring.
A perfect home for an abused boy.
They left him in his room,
To think about the day.
Round six the wife goes upstairs,
To see if he’s ok.
She found him on the bathroom floor,
With pills surrounding his body.
She was too late, he was far-gone.
His frail body was cold.
But no one understood,
Why he took his life away.
They did not know the weight
He carried everyday.
Every night he went home,
His mother hugged him tight
He knew she loved him so much.
He could never tell her his woes.
So every night he took the knife,
And cut his pain away.
He threw himself against the wall,
Hit himself with belts and bats.
All to cover the turmoil inside,
Because he could never say he’s gay.
