The boy who should have died,
when instead he lived.
The boy who chose to cry,
for the ones he missed.
The boy who trained himself,
to protect his friends.
The boy who broke the ball and chain commends.
The boy who ran and ran
to save the day.
The boy who saw a sight
too grim to say.
The boy who's tears he shed
for the one he loved.
The boy whose fist balled up
for the friend who shoved; his fist right through her beating heart,
the boy screamed out,
"I'll tear you apart!"
The boy began to lose his mind,
his friend collapsed,
payback isn't kind.
Enemies surround, no sound to make,
the boy moves earth with steps he takes.
Bloodied and broken the boy stands emotionless,
the man that was born is the man that witnessed all this.
-Me (7/20/14)
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How I Really Feel
PoetryShort stories and poems, most of which are written at some of my lowest points. I've been writing a lot and sharing it to my Instagram, but I figured I'd give my inner thoughts for you here to look at. I'm going to be starting from the beginning, fr...
