My Unstable Poetry

Lonely Boy

Dread in eyes,

He has needles in his thighs

Rope sharp around his neck,

High hopes in his head

Slipped like a word,

Clashed with a thump

This lonely boy visited my thoughts

Encased me with an inner shell

Shouted out but whispered about

This lonely boy

Visits me everyday.

Dead,

Alive,

He doesn't care

This lonely boy.