Dream tears

I remember him..
such a wonderful guy
why he did this
theyll never know why

he endured their hate
he tolerated the blame
he held back the tears
he held back the pain

no one noticed him
as if he were a dream
he tried to be heard
but could never suceed

his mom was a junkie
and his dad was always gone
all he wanted was to be happy
he wanted it for so long

he found a refuge one sad day
it came in a pill
it took away the pain
he didnt want to feel

every capsule held relief
every dose gave him life
but happiness has a price
and his was his life

i stand before him now
looking at the peace in his eyes
but i feel no sadness for him
...because ghosts never cry

(anyone that reads and comments ill gladly return the favor)