A young boy, to old for comfort
Held on to nothing, wants the loving
Abandoned, broken
No one ever wanted him
Stubborn, ruthless
Is what has become of him
A young man, crying, fighting
Running from his past, into no ones hands
Blamed for mistakes, only he would make
Hurt the ones around him, mother don't desert him
Alone, breathless
Words came out, can never be spoken of
Dying, crying
Finding nothing, failing everything
Chains on him, sirens announced
Turned himself in, cause theirs no way out
(If you ever read this, I want you to know that we're so sorry...)
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Free Flow
PoetryThis book is going to be set up in a certain way. The chapters of every title are going to be what I express my thoughts on, whether it's in poem form or just talking about it. I own everything in this story and I hope you enjoy ^_^
