If he cries, will you cry too?
If he falls, will you fall too?
Alone, in silence, he sits in fear.
His last thread of hope disappears.

At school, he has no friends.
The names they call him, they never end.
In the bathroom stall he eats his lunch,
Hiding from the ones who gave him a punch.

At home, things aren't much better.
The little boy can barely slumber.
With a mother and father who constantly fight,
He wonders sometimes, if he'll make it through the night.

But then, one day, something changes.
The boy and a girl share exchanges
Of glances during class.
She sends a smile his way, full of ***** and sass.

To most, it may not have been much
but to the boy, it was more than enough.
The shining light at the end of the tunnel,
The hope he needed, before his world crumbled.

All I've come to expect now:
Words and Broken Promises.

he would always tell me that he loved me,
and i believed him.
but the fact that he never showed me he loved me,
should have been a dead give away.

his words were just that: words.
lies that kept me off his back
out of sight, out of mind
until the next time he needed me.

i don't know whats worse:
being lied to,
or knowing that in his eyes
i wasn't worthy of the truth.

my own worth,
i saw his words.
without him,
i was nothing

I Am Nothing.