His name is truth

The blades are hidden

The blood is dripping

The friends are here

And a life is taken

Crys aren't heard

No one listens

Hearts are taken

Minds are lost

His best friend is pain

His lover is the blade

He'll sit in a chair

Screaming

Tears rolling down his face

His name is truth

His life is fatal like a gun to a head

But he won't be heard

By those who don't look

He crys for the hope

That is lose

And the pain that is given

His tears are swift

Yet slow

He'll sit there crying

For who he is