It hurts like hell ,
But he got used to it
Pain is his wake up call ,
To stay awake in reality.He felt neglected ,
He felt defeat
But he's still breathing ,
His heart still beats.His life is like an empty jar ,
Full of invincible dreams
Chained by this worlds cruelness ,
Wounded by his own misery.It doesn't bleed ,
Though , the cut runs deeper
Everyday as he lives ,
His cries sound weaker.Numb yet his faith is still alive ,
A silent plead echoes as he sleeps
Someday when this all ends ,
He'll be in a better place!~ nniiwwpoetry~ 10/08/23
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