I see him
In the young boys
Wonder
If he was ever so kind
What did they do to him?
To make him cruel
I knew his pain. Felt his pain
But he covered it with smiles, laughs
Told me he wished he could be like me
Until
The darkness would come out
Dark red, blue, bruised
He would yell at them
That no one liked them
Tell them to shut up
Biting words
Harsh, hard, slicing words
But there wasn’t any meaning
Was there?
I loved him
Because no one else did
They all thought he was fine
Did they know? Did he tell them?
He told me, if not intentionally
Through his eyes, his slumped shoulders at his desk
Sleeping through class, catching my eye for a second
Told me
I was the best girl in class, maybe just because I would do anything for him
Too bad I wasn’t one after all
But he just grinned
High fived twice
I blushed, smiled
I was floating for the whole day
Didn’t wash my hand
And he seemed so happy
Was he making fun of me? Joking?
I thought he was happy
And then they told me
I wasn’t there
But it scared me
Shook me
They don’t know where he is
It took a while
Whispered rumours that everyone forgot to tell me about
Whoever hurt him I hate them
How could you hurt him?
How could you?
Why would you?
Parents are supposed to love their kids
Right?
Did they love him?
I heard he moved schools
Got away
I don’t know what they did
But
I really hope he’s ok
He probably forgot about me
And here I am writing this for him
I hope he is stronger than the hurt he’s been through
I hope he makes it