So much has come
To depend on a blue eyed boy,
Who brings razors
across his thighs.
So much pain in his eyes, he hides.
He's broken but won't show it.
He thinks he'd never be the same.
So much depends on his smile,
the twinkle in the green tint
of his eyes,
So much depends
on the words he says,
as they leave his lips.
The tears he cries from all the lies,
break me down as well.
His laugh; music in the air,
His voice; beautiful in the
bleak expanse.
Nothing can matter more than this,
Part of my life depends on a boy
with dyed raven hair,
I can't bring myself to tell him,
So he's painfully unaware.
A beautiful mess he's become,
With the taste of cigarette on his hurtful tongue.
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Confessions From Outside the Social Norm
شِعرA collection of poetry about my struggles with love, heart break, depression, self harm, bullying and being socially unacceptable.
