Endless sorrow follows him,
Wherever he goes the feeling is grim.
Darkness covers,
While suicide hovers.
Gone from your mind,
He just wasn't the kind.
The kind you would respect,
But look back and reflect.
He was always willing,
To have his blood spilling.
Not afraid to hide his pain,
But you never talked to him again.
He was always there,
No matter where.
Never had any joy,
My own shadow boy.
No emotion in his eyes,
But everynight he cries.
Emotions no inside,
He always tries to hide.
He now only has one friend,
The one that brings his end.
Throbbing pains inside his head,
Always wanting to be dead.
Slits his wrists,
Loosened fists.
This is the tale of a kid with no joy,
This is the story of my shadow boy.