I'm telling you, boy;
do not mistake my bruises
for beauty.
Do not tell me that you're a man
for taking the crooked path that led you to a wounded soul searching for salt.
I am not a hero for you to admire.
I am not a victim for you to save.
I am not searching for a rope or a blade or a pill.
And your eyes are curious but that is all they are.
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 3:37 PM UTC
I'm telling you, boy;
do not mistake my bruises
for beauty.
Do not tell me that you're a man
for taking the crooked path that led you to a wounded soul searching for salt.
I am not a hero for you to admire.
I am not a victim for you to save.
I am not searching for a rope or a blade or a pill.
And your eyes are curious but that is all they are.
a.u.
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