The events in this story don't relate to me in anyway. None of these events relate to my past or anything with my parents. I decided to right something deep and dark. The depression and anxiety does come from my POV.Thank you and enjoy :)
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Scars of man
So deep it can control the mind
Scars engulf me
Each scar is so soft,
So delicate they hide beneath my blue jumper
They taught me
Memories of pain
Blood stains the black and white tiles
Hands reaching to the skies above me
Nothing could rid me of this pain
It slowly erupts out of my veins
Red
The color of my blood
It slowly floods my thoughts
So delicate
So soft
Who could have thought
They call my name
They wipe my tears
Blue engulfing the red
I once again hide behind my blue jumper
The long sleeves cover
It's a shame that a man like me hides underneath a blue jumper
It owns me
It holds me
Hides the thoughts
A man looks at me
Who could it be
My eyes seem to catch blue ones
I look into the eyes of my reflection
I see no perfection
I see scars
Reminders
They all make me feel the same
Bruises handed down to me by my father
He doesn't even bother to see his work
My body
A piece of art for him to bruise
A place for his anger to hide
His fingers
Perfectly crafted to fit around my throat
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Paper Dreams (BoyxBoy)
PoetryxWarningX This may be considered a trigger to many. Also this does have some mentions of BXB relations but not many. THANK YOU AND ENJOY :) Paper Dreams Paper boy He's just a toy Getting used Getting abused His life is just to amuse His thighs and a...
