I know a boy,
Who's heart
Was ripped in two.
Stitches,
One by one,
He didn't know
What to do...
The pain would not end.
Everyone,
Would try to mend,
But each one that left.
Would just
Leave it to open again....
I know a boy,
Who doesn't know
He is loved..
He cries himself to sleep;
He wishes to go 'up above'.
Believing he is a failure,
He hurts himself,
Inside...
Believing in him,
So much I cry..
I hope soon,
Life will treat him well.
Until then,
I'll remind him,
That his worth
Is something more.
Than what his mind tells,
And what I've said before....
~ B.M.D ~
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Everything Is A Form Of Art
PoetryThe best way I know how to express how I feel; With words. ~ by B.M.D. A.k.a ~ Bloopsque A.k.a ~ ItamiTheSaiyan A.k.a ~ Me
