⚠️ Mentions of Self Harm.
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In the quiet of his bedroom,
When the world is fast asleep,
A boy sits in the darkness,
Where secrets run so deep.
His sleeves are pulled down tightly,
To hide the lines of red,
A map of pain and sorrow
Etched on his tender skin instead.
The blade, it whispers softly,
A promise in its gleam,
A way to dull the aching
And silence every scream.
He presses down, then lifts away,
A thin line starts to form,
A tear rolls down his cheek,
As he dances with the storm.
He doesn't want this shadow,
That hangs above his days,
A weight that seems so heavy,
In every single way.
But in the crimson rivers,
He finds a sense of calm,
A fleeting fragile moment,
Where hurt becomes a balm.
He knows deep down it's fleeting,
This solace in the pain,
Yet every time he tried to stop,
The hurt comes back again.
He longs for someone to notice,
To see beyond his smile,
To understand the battles,
That rage inside awhile.
For he is more than broken,
He is more than just his scars,
He is a boy who's fighting,
To mend his shattered heart.
And though the road is daunting,
And hope feels far away,
He dreams of finding courage,
To face another day.
A day when he can whisper,
"I'm stronger than this pain,"
And put the blade down gently,
And step into the rain.
For somewhere in the distance,
There shines a brighter light,
A life beyond the shadows,
A future warm and bright.
And though it feels impossible,
And dark thoughts often cling,
He holds on to the whisper
Of better days that sing.
He is a boy in struggle,
A soul that longs to heal,
And though his wounds are many,
His strength is very real.
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The Boy That Walks Alone (Poems)
PoetryThese are all poems that I have written that are very near and dear to my heart. Situations that I have struggled in, lost love, finding myself, etc. I hope you enjoy.
