Her Smile And Laugh Makes His Day,
Truly Hoping She Doesn't Go Away.
When She's Gone The Pain Exaggerates,
The Alcohol Leaving A Terrible Aftertaste.
Just Because He's A Teenage Guy,
People Think He Shouldn't Cry.
Everyone Feels Broken At Times,
Trying To Speak Out But Seen As Mimes.
Terrible Thoughts Cloud His Mind,
That's When He Comes Up With The Ryhmes.
Although His Hearts Full Of Despair,
He Knows Nobody Will Ever Care.
When He Gets Home He Really Tries,
To Stay Alive, Away From Dying.
All This Probably Seems Repeated,
The Terrible Feeling Of Being Defeated.
This Set Of Words Is Coming To And End,
The Blood On His Arm Will Twist And Bend.
His Pain Is Not Easy To Define,
And This My Friends...Is His Final Line.
YOU ARE READING
Love And Loss
PoetryJust A Book Of My Poems I Have No Where Else to Put. Please Don't Take My Words And Claim Them As Yours.
