He didn’t know
I don’t think

He was a shy, quiet boy
His name was Edward

Like Edward Scissorhands in a way
He didn’t speak much

He couldn’t hurt anyone
At least, not intentionally

He felt strongly about a girl
But, he didn’t know

He wanted to tell her, I think,
He could only the mumble his words

She didn’t know
He wanted to tell her by then, but he just bit his lip

One day, he watched her leave
And maybe that is how he snapped

He became something different
Something that was hurt

He locked himself away, crying I heard in his cell.
He hopes for the day someone heals his heart, he sometimes mumbles to me.