His soul is as black as the dark that terrifies him.
His fears are prominent as his lies.
He tries to hide everything from sight,
But I know him better than most.
He is always an inch away from death
And says that I am the only thing keeping him here.
He doesn’t want to burden me
But the weight of the world is already on my shoulders.
He won’t tell me everything
And he says there is so much more
But even as I try to comfort him,
I can see he is breaking apart.
His hatred and fear of life
Of pain
And of death
Turn him into the dark person he is.
He says he is a monster
But he is wrong
Because I know him
And he is not
He is pure of heart
Even if his soul is black
Even if his fears refuse to fade
He will always be him
He says he is not strong
But once more I can see the truth:
That he is strong to have lasted
And to be here today.
Because he is my family
And I am the shoulder he cries on
He tries to stay strong,
But he needs to break down sometime
And no one else is ever there for him,
So I am.
And although some may call him weak,
I know he is not
And he never has been.
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Tears, Hurt, and Depression
PoetryQuick A/N: Some of these have been already posted and seen. Thank you, I do know that, but as part of my Spring-Cleaning I removed poems that did not have any votes that were all of the same genre and am moving it to this collection. Pretty straight...
