there's a very little boy
he cries in the showers
and he cries after hours
I've watched him cry
more than I've seen rain pour
and I've watched him die
with every time he thought
he's failed us
and I've stopped trying to
reach out to him
hand nor thoughts
because he doesn't ask for help
even if that's all he thinks of
I think he's trying to work
something out
but he doesn't know what he's
working with yet
he's grown really tired
I can see it in his eyes
when he's tired, he sighs a lot
like a grown person who's tired
of tax laws and weak bones
I want to hold his weak hands
but he's never been lent a
helping hand so he's unsure if
I'll abandon him just like everyone
else has
and his brain's always going
like a broken car alarm
and that heart..
it's not got very much left of it
YOU ARE READING
everything is easy on paper
PoesiaHere's a fistful of me, for the longest time, I have been hurting and I thought that if I faked it till I made it I would heal, I am healing and I thought you should see, so I put together my favorite strings of words for this. And I hope you too ca...
