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.