Who is he?

The one with the blank stare

Looks straight through you, like you’re thin air

So you leave him alone to bear… the despair that he so desperately fears

Neglected.

Devils on the left and right of his ears

There’s no direction where he can possibly steer

How is it possible for people to neglect him for his fears

The concept of life doesn’t feel near

Knife in hand staring at the bathroom mirror

Wait…

Those eyes seem kind of familiar

Blank stare, no life, looking like it’s just thin air

Who is he?

He’s looking back right here

So tell me if it was you, what you would like to hear?