Nothing to Lose

Here I am,
a boy whose lost his way
mixed up in his denial
When he sees his reflection
he shies away

Now he's gone
He can't find a better place
shunned at every turn
When he opens his heart
he is pushed away

He tries to scream and let it out
But his voice is never heard
To try and block out the hurt
every September twenty third

He never prays
He feels God died with his youth
There is no escape
When he found love
that insidious venom

Here I am,
a boy who lost his way
but found
he could live without regret

He had nothing to lose

The End

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