Infection Poem by MAD DEW

Meet a kid with anxiety so bad it makes him go completely numb
He is an intelligent person, but people are convinced he is dumb
When it comes to other people he doesn’t know how to interact
Trying to talk to people scares the hell out of him as a matter of fact
He had friends in the past that were quick to stab him in the back in his time of need
And he had no one to bandage him up, so for a long time he just continued to bleed
Over time he managed to pull out every single dagger imbedded in his hide
But he remained deeply injured, because he had no one in which to confide
As time passed his wounds continued to be neglected
And his grievous wounds became severely infected
The infection grew and began to overwhelm him
His chances at survival became increasing slim
But his greatest struggle became to survive
To find something to grasp, to keep him alive
You see this wasn’t as simple as a physical infection
It is one that can only be cured by human affection
An infection caused by years of loneliness and heartbreak
An infection that causes severe depression and heartache
Poor kid can’t cure his infection on his own no matter how he tries
Despite his effort everyday another part of him slowly, but surely dies
Poor kid just wants his infection to reverse
Before he takes his final ride in that hearse