He picks up girls every weekend but he'll never pick up peace. He stares at his reflection a man is what he has to be he looks better in the morning the day has yet to drain him. He's got a sad boy look to him. His eyes are screaming help me but no one wants to see it. His long sleeves petrify me but there's so much more to him. The tattoos, the bad attitude, the dad that almost killed him. His mom cries his sisters fine the drinks will only soothe him. He brings a girl home every night but loyalty it never lies heartbreaker is his name but inside all there is his pain. His dad always used to cheat his mom never would leave he figured if he never stayed long he'd never hurt a girl like his dad did his mom. His childhood can't escape him. The girls haunt him in his dreams. His dads what he doesn't want to be like but that's exactly who he's turning out to be. He's now screaming help me and everybody's listening no more long sleeves, no more nicotine, no more sex just to feel things. Him and his mama cry but he'll be alright his dads not what he's going to be.
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The live's I've lived
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and pieces of writing. That I have written over the last 2 years of my life. I've never been one to actually live. To take the risk. A lot of the things I have written are about things that have happened in my head. Or...
