Seventeen

no-one ever talks about it
no-one really knows what happened
i guess he always had a habit
he said the needle made him happy
he didn’t like the way the world looked
he drew a picture in a sketchbook
he didn’t like the way the world looked
he can’t breathe
blood on his sleeve
seventeen
he said he knew a cartoon devil
he always liked to play with metal
he said he knew what he wanted
he can’t breathe
blood on his sleeve
seventeen