Memories from the void

Sitting here in the void
watching old memories on repeat
wanting to hug the little boy
to keep him safe from this defeat

flashing forward a few years
this young man has lost his boyhood
still with the beatings and the tears
told of love but only knowing falsehood

watching the dark invade he's mind
the pain has now lost it's fear
surrounded by the deaf and blind
nobody cares to interfere

Razor blades enter the scene
little cuts of guilty pleasure
confidence plummets into a ravine
and so death becomes his treasure

The void consumes my pain
killing all while setting me free
it's so strange ,I can't explain
that the little boy was me.