Little Boy by Saving Annabel Lee. "do I really mean so little to you! Just words and blood upon a page. Words from my heart and the blood the same, mixing with the ink to leave a stain. Upon my sleeve bandaged and damp with truths and hopes, inside I am trapped. My mind is my worse enemy and my soul is is burnt and gone. You the pretty roses and I the blackened thorns. Scared little boy! Go to sleep! Hide your damage, silently weep"