Broken bonds
Broken bones
Broken spine
Frozen lines I write
Can't explain myself,
Can't talk my feelings and emotions
That awakens all I wish to suppress
Internally I fight against my angels and demons
Let yourself grieve and cry son, the angel whispers
Be a man, men who speak out get called out
The demon whispers
Who the **** am I to believe
Wise beyond my years
Humbled beyond my age yeah
But its not always so easy
I see the world with different eyes
No one approaches without reason
Being kind leaves your back open to knives
Ripping out all that you are until you become bitter
Always been a pillar for those in need
Break my back to hold their burdens
Everybody crowds the pillar as if a choir
But when it crumbles all are gone the next morning
Like Petrichor after showers in spring
Everyday more bonds break
I put my guard up against those that are kind
Being burnt when you reach out for necessary help
Makes you change in ways others won't understand.
To friends, family, people I used to communicate with
I don't ask for much
Give me some time to balance myself
To find a comfortable medium between who I was
And who I am now.
Allow me to give further explanation. Fighting internally with my angels and demons are two groups of people.
1) Many on social media and other outlets/groups want men to talk about feelings, explain themselves, be vocal about our own weakness ( God forbid we have those.)
2) The other side is devils who also 'encourage' just as the angels do, but when you do they call you out for speaking out, being a human, stating your weakness, and leaving yourself vulnerable as you are broken down by social media for doing what they ******* preach lately.