Stuck

Laying face down on my bed,windows cracked an thoughts running through my head! As the wet tiers on the road drive by i sit and think why should i cry?The blank tears of UN untold story will never be defined.The acing soul of a young boy will soon die.The lies that were told,the things that were stole will be no more.The shame that he gained,the way he played the game.He will soon realize that destroys.Although forsaken he shall not forsake.The hand was giving,he made the mistake.Fell to deep in the hole theirs no turning back.Starting to feel like he would never get his life on track.Time goes by very slow,days and nights are bare couldn't you tell by hes deaves glare.Hes truly impaired,lost with out a clue.Not knowing what to do!Standing with weakness,thinking could someone help me please?Laying down face down on the bed.Mind is racing,hes going insane.Hes not yet won the game!