Truly broken

He thought there was a limit
To all the pain and grief
But clearly
He was terribly wrong.
Along come the tears
Not cleansing tears this time
Nothing could forgive his crime

Insight of the happy, jolly, and compassionate man
Now turned to hatred, anger, and pure evil
Due to addiction

He doesn't  know what to do
Enraged by thought
Restricted by size, words, and law.
"Too small..."
"What would she think of me then..."
"I'd get arrested."
I know it wasn't her fault
But id assault him if I ever saw him again
I thought he was a friend

He can feel it now
The anger clouding his mind
The burning in his chest
The aching pain with every heart pound,
He feels his heart slowly halting
For little did she know,
His heart was "special"
And couldn't handle stress like others could
The illusion of being strong will soon shatter
And the true image of being weak,
Will be built on life support.