Are you proud?
With your nicotine lungs and tequila blood
Are you content with the company you keep?
With the ashes of burnt bridges and the hearts of those who care?
Little boy, are you happy now?
Are you satisfied with what you’ve done?
I know you’re hurting, but they are too,
Those beside you, the ones of whom you push away,
Little boy, is this what you wanted?
I know it was fear
The subconscious feeling that it will all come burning down,
That you had to be someone else to find love-
She fell for you before the drunken nights
She held you before the bitter words
Little boy, are you feeling lonely?
With the crimson eyes
And the porcelain wrist
You’re blinded, stupid and utterly naive
She tried, her support unconditional
She trusted, with all her heart
Little boy, you broke her.
You lost her
And so are you