I finally found something real,
intertwined in all the thrills.
The courage is grown apart from turned out to be sitting in plain sight.
I thought what I needed was a good man,
all along I'd been chasing something in cold lonely lands.
Wondering,
why I do this to myself every time.
Knowing my youth is wavering at its very prime.
Clawing for a way out.
Falling for knights never meant to be mine,
that was my biggest crime.
Will this feeling ever die?
I ask myself with a saddened sigh.
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The Journal
RandomLetters from a boy who felt at one point or another alone. Who wrote as a way to find a new voice. These are things he wished he could've said. Things he should've claimed. And now will be saying. These are words that come from a place of hurt and...
