He was five when they told him not to cry

So he cut that part of him out of his life

And minerals filled in the space.

He was ten when they told him his laugh was annoying

So he cut that part of him out of his life

And minerals filled in the space.

He was thirteen when they told him not to mourn his flawed grandfather

So he cut that part of him out of his life

And minerals filled in the space.

 

He was fifteen when they told him he should feel joy in his life

But that part of him was replaced by minerals

And there was no space left to put it back in.

He was sixteen when they told him he should feel sad that his girlfriend cheated

But that part of him was replaced by minerals

And there was no space left to put it back in.

He was too young when they told him he should feel anything at all

But those parts of him were replaced by minerals

And there were no spaces left to put them back in.

 

He was sixteen still when he tried to make space

Parting the skin on his wrist with razors

Trying to force any kind of feeling inside.

He was seventeen when he decided he was a broken human

And broken humans had no reason to live

But he was too hard now to be hurt

 

He was what they told him to be

Until they changed their minds.

He couldn’t be what they wanted him to be

And neither could he die.