the little boy

There was a little boy,

Who left his home,

To go out and play,

And fractured a bone.

He went to go tell people,

But they wouldn't hear it,

Told him to, "Man up,"

And shattered his spirit.

The boy met a girl,

Who was kind and really smart,

He poured out his feelings,

And she broke his heart.

And the boy went home,

And he locked his door,

'Cause he would rather stay alone,

Then go out and be hurt anymore.

No one ever came to check on the boy,

His house looked beautiful and covered with decor,

The little boy was miserable for the rest of his days,

Because no one asked what was behind the door.