The boy, who had lost all hoped
left all his life to clouds of smoke
his exhaling letting out his sadness
this was his body, inhabited


his life became his addiction
his world became his pretention
this was all he had left
and so burned his intent.

gloom had overtaken his body,
his loneliness had become shoddy
he knew he had to change.

life had never been his strong point
low grades had always been apparent
he had become completely stout
although his confidence had become transparent

the girl he wanted never thought about him
she didn't turn her eyes towards his
he wondered what kind of life this is.

Red eyes, the anesthetic was strong.
his life had been run wrong.
he knew this time to be different.
his eyes, slowly whitened, with good intent