That boy.
He's fading.
He's so joyful.
So colourful.
But lately,
He's been fading.
He doesn't talk about his problems
Always listens.
Doesn't cry for help
Always helps.
And now,
The air,
It's killing him.
And he's fading,
But no one sees this and no one knows.
The fact still remains,
That he's fading.
Soon, he'll be grey.
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In My Head | ✓
PoetryIn my head, there are a million things I'd wish I could say. A million things I realize. But the courage I have not birthed to say them aloud. Just a girl who feels too much, sees too much, hears to much and an obsession of curiosity. In a world w...
