The man he killed.

Tonight was the night,
when they followed him to the bed.
They kept screaming in his head.
They wouldn't leave him alone,
He cut himself to the bone.
Tonight he killed the man.
The man he never understood,
Even though he saw him everytime as he stood
in front of the mirror.
Tonight he killed himself.

The thoughts in his head;
the blood on the bed.
How simple things to tragedy have lead.
The stupid names,
and silly games
have never meant to end this way.
Now he is lying.
Lying on the floor.
With teddy beside him, and one handed doll.