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by Skarletta Dec 29, 2011 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
The Blue Boy is a pitiful thing Coiled up in a little tin ball Shining, shining It never burns but crushes deeperThe Blue Boy enjoys the bitterness If there's a way out, hide it Lock it up away, tightly Next to his heart for much much laterThe Blue Boy cries sometimes Saves the tears in little glass bottles And sends them out to sea Look now; Can you find one?The Blue Boy can't keep his mouth shut Let's sew it closed and sleep But he won't, for there is no distraction From the Blue Boy's living nightmaresThe Blue Boy swims alone in summer Throwing off his burdening layers And emerging naked from the river Where has his sadness gone in his solidarityThe Blue Boy shames himself By speaking of things too serious In a crowd of happy people Who get angry at what they don't understandThe Blue Boy disappeared one day Shed his clothes, walked naked into the river Went too far and never emerged Nobody ever knew what was wrong with himFor nobody pitied the Blue Boy As much as the Blue Boy did.