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I question why a beautiful boy like you would draw too, Bold, thin red lines telling a story Deep and ugly, Full of hatred and guilt, Seeping through your sleeves. Did no one teach you That pain, when silenced, Finds its own voice? That even roses bleed When held too tightly? I watch from close but feel so far, Feeling guilty and lost, Wondering what makes you draw too, Hoping you find the end of the tunnel Before it closes on you. I would let you see yourself through my eyes— That what lies beneath the scars Are stories to come and beauty to be shown. Let me remind you: Your wound is not your worth. You'll learn you don't have to bleed to be heard— I hear you, and I’m listening. So, with all that said, I'll teach you my ways: That you're not your scars, Nor the ache that shaped them, But a survivor of the pain Laid out in lines, Some short, some tall—but all the same. So let the past bleed out in ink, not skin. Let tomorrow find you softer, still whole. You are not alone. You have me.
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Jun 17, 2025
Jun 17, 2025 at 11:13 AM UTC
We All Bleed The Same, Just Different Ways
I question why a beautiful boy like you would draw too, Bold, thin red lines telling a story Deep and ugly, Full of hatred and guilt, Seeping through your sleeves. Did no one teach you That pain, when silenced, Finds its own voice? That even roses bleed When held too tightly? I watch from close but feel so far, Feeling guilty and lost, Wondering what makes you draw too, Hoping you find the end of the tunnel Before it closes on you. I would let you see yourself through my eyes— That what lies beneath the scars Are stories to come and beauty to be shown. Let me remind you: Your wound is not your worth. You'll learn you don't have to bleed to be heard— I hear you, and I’m listening. So, with all that said, I'll teach you my ways: That you're not your scars, Nor the ache that shaped them, But a survivor of the pain Laid out in lines, Some short, some tall—but all the same. So let the past bleed out in ink, not skin. Let tomorrow find you softer, still whole. You are not alone. You have me.
Darlene_K
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Darlene_K
15/F/Missouri
Jun 17, 2025
Jun 17, 2025 at 11:13 AM UTC
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