He never told his parents
About the nights where he woke up in the street, the pills never seemed to help
He's kept quiet about the demons he faces
Laid bare underneath the nightstand he sleeps beside every night
He never said a word about his thoughts
As he goes along they become his past, present, and future
He has not learned how to stop this
But for now he believes he is alive
He is awake but has yet to open his eyes
He stumbles form place to place trying to find his footing
He is still uncertain but that's okay for now because one day it will stop, i said stop