The boy comes across who seems fine,
Sends silent shivers down my spine.
Through experience I already know,
The hidden emotions he will not show.
Day by day he fights the urge to weep,
While every night he cries himself to sleep.
Razor cuts and lighter burns, hot as coal,
But what hurts the most is his wounded soul.
He cannot find the motivation to heal,
So his dark, disturbed emotions he must feel.
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 5:07 PM UTC
The boy comes across who seems fine,
Sends silent shivers down my spine.
Through experience I already know,
The hidden emotions he will not show.
Day by day he fights the urge to weep,
While every night he cries himself to sleep.
Razor cuts and lighter burns, hot as coal,
But what hurts the most is his wounded soul.
He cannot find the motivation to heal,
So his dark, disturbed emotions he must feel.
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