Maybe

Maybe He needs to stop. Maybe He needs to forget that he's not always the only person on top Maybe he needs to hold off of these shots cuz he knows it wouldn't hit the spot Maybe he should give himself some little props Instead of forcing himself down in a diabolical box Where he's wedged inside of his thoughts Leaving him feeling unorthodox Twisting his neck into knots Leaving his body at bottom to rot Maybe he needs to realize that he has the option whether he wants tostay in it or not It's easy to forget these thoughts But it ain't easy to stop thinking His ocean of thoughts that he's sinking in Maybe it isn't so bad to forget all the things that he had or the moments when he was feeling sad or even forget the reasons why he snapped that day when he went mad he ain't a normal lad Maybe he's crazy It's just a maybe Who knows what his mind is like Even he doesn't see how sane it is inside A master mind magician playing tricks Possessed when he's ticked A crucifix won't get it fixed This demonic trick isn't for kids Silly rabbit Nothin but an addict with this habit Break it to the point where no one can have it These thoughts can go in a present box No bother to even wrap it He was a weak kid A game of hide and seek Where pain was always it How can he beat this game without risks? Always hiding Who in their right mind will take the time to run When he could stand tall and brace for the fall take one blow to the gut It's a wake up call Nothing will be hidden at all His secrets are bound to reveal to the world These words are the beginning These rhymes will conclude the ending The meanings are for those who's willing to comprehend the understandings He needs to stop, maybe He's killing himself, maybe He's gone insane, really How crazy would it be if he says he's finally happy Finally smiling without lying to himself and his heart He's back to square one, ready to start all over No regrets that he's looking back Living it up to things he has Thankful for where he's at Grateful for the one he's with Maybe he was misunderstood, not only by others but by his heart Maybe he did all that he could, to reach further out of the dark Maybe it was all a nightmare or being trapped in the devil's glare In an illusion seeing barrage of lies Maybe he was tested for the worst so this dignity could never die Maybe This all happened to give him a drive to write. (poems go here)