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The Ballad Of the Broken Boy

There once was a boy, with a soul untarnished

Whose spirit, with every tiny miracle, was ravished.

His big, large eyes sought every wonder

He knew naught that his innocence would be torn asunder.

He fell in love, with someone close to his heart,

But certain reasons, drew them afar,

His love unrequited, for he was scorned,

Left him with nothing but forlorn.

His naïve spirit couldn't handle the pain,

From inside he began to slowly fade,

He tried to end it before it worsened,

But failed because his friends were determined.

He moved away and met new people,

Slowly recovering, yet still unstable,

But as history must repeat itself,

He found himself in a predicament yet again.

The problem was similar to the last,

But this time he had nobody to help him past,

For the ones he had trusted with his fragile soul,

Made plight of him or deserted him whole.

With nobody who would understand the boy,

He wondered if he was the protagonist in the devil's ploy.

A good actor, he simply laughed and lied,

But only his pillow knew how much he cried.

Gone was the lad we knew at the start,

His eyes no longer held that spark.

His spirit was broken beyond repair,

He was nothing but a shell, in despair.

Encasing his heart in cement and ice,

He promised himself, he wouldn't err thrice.

Rude and arrogant is all he shows,

Resigning to his fate of being all alone.

For Love and trust are nothing but fake,

And believing in them was his mistake.

They are but two of many conniving cheats,

That make this world harsh and bleak.