Sympathy For The Devil

He’s at again

Blaming himself for other’s faults

Never telling himself the truth

All the fake smiles

All the pity

The never ending wounds

He just repeats and recites

His old lies mixing with his new ones

I mustn’t disturb him

He’s on the brink again

Self mutilating

He can’t forgive or forget

The world is bent on

Resting on his shoulders

How the hell can he survive?

He’s fucked up again

The ghosts are haunting him again

Why must he bear the pain again!

Why feel this regret?

I can feel his scars

Must I be the one to save him?

I can’t

I can’t even save myself

A/N: The title has nothing to do with the poem.