Hi, my name is Alberto. I'm from San Francisco. I am a 15 year old musician, DJ, EDM producer and possibly your best friend, follow me if your lost.
Do you know that boy?
No one really knows him
He’s falling behind in his own race
The race in his head
The race for happiness
The race for sadness
The race to bleed
What the fuck led him here?
He wasn’t born with it
No one is
His thoughts don’t end
They are endless
It’s like looking towards the horizon
Just a vision of ahead, but you just can’t quite achieve it
Do you know the boy?
He’s covered in blood
He stains his towels, rushing to clean it all
Like his thoughts didn’t scar him enough
The razor is as thin as his belief for himself
Mom and Dad can’t see
They’d send him to therapy
Like no one already didn’t understand
No one understands him
He seems to believe everything is crumbling on himself
His family, his friends, his thoughts, his life
The only remedy is razor
But it’s just the remedy
So what’s the cure?
Did you know the boy?
He was found hung in his room
Dangling from the ceiling
Like the stars on from his baby crib
His mom and dad found out
They blamed on each other
They argued continuously
While in the living room, he was in his room
Crying and scratching himself, hating what his remedy has done
There must be some cure, he thought
He pulled the rope for that camping trip with his father when he was 10
And he tied it, just like his father taught him
He placed his chair in the center
Placed it around like a neckalace