Isolated by force
shunned by many.
He is a calf surrounded by wolves.
Vulnerable, weak, and senseless he'll run
blindly towards the sun.
Cuts and scrapes marr his heart,
gashes slice through delicate skin.
A mother pretends everything is fine,
yet her world is hanging by a thin line.
Curled up in his room he writes his final words,
Thanks to you I've never known anything but hurt.
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 11:06 PM UTC
Isolated by force
shunned by many.
He is a calf surrounded by wolves.
Vulnerable, weak, and senseless he'll run
blindly towards the sun.
Cuts and scrapes marr his heart,
gashes slice through delicate skin.
A mother pretends everything is fine,
yet her world is hanging by a thin line.
Curled up in his room he writes his final words,
Thanks to you I've never known anything but hurt.
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