My Poetry/Quotes.

Pain in his eyes.

Oh, how he wants to give up.
He didn't want to be fat, so he made himself throw up.

Nobody can see the pain in his eyes.
He walks and smiles in the halls, all people see is a lie.

He shelters his feelings, puts them away by getting high.

But he knows he has a purpose.
The one thing that makes his life worth it.

The boys pure soul, stripped away by his demons.

They're getting too strong, so he hides in his room,
so nobody sees them.