His Pain ):

As I look at him in class. In to his deep eyes. I say something. He laughs.

That's how it usually goes. I smile at the sight of him smile.

Then I look down at his knuckles.

Red and pain is what I see.

My mouth drops open as wide as ever.

My heart stops at the thought of him hurting himself that way.

He looks up at me, I close my mouth and act like I didn't see a thing.

How could he do that, is what I asked myself that day.

I hated seeing him hurt, it killed me on the inside.

Not knowing what to do,

not knowing what to say,

I simply turn,

the other way.

Author's Note

this poem thingy is about a "true true" friend of mine :/