Looking at this painted concrete
brings back memories
that were long forgotten
and cast away:
The innocence of a child's mind unreachable from the ideology of maturity.
The chalk engraved on the pavement is childish;
You must grow up.
Put a knife to your throat all you want,
They won't ever listen even if your thick blood drains from your frail body.
They encouraged you to use it and you did as they please,
but it only brought pain and torment.
The cell you got trapped in from being told to be something was unfathomable.
Cold, dark, and hungry.
It consumed you,
you were destroyed.
You did what you had to in order to live,
you destroyed friendships in ways you never thought you would.
You did things you can never take back.
They're scared of you now, you're scared of yourself.
You're scared of becoming who you once were,
scared of the man painted red with blood,
he was trapped behind bars again.
Only this time,
it was by himself.
November 24
2023
everytime i write poetry it gets sad i swear i dont mean too
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