The depressed boy,
Just thrown aside,
with thoughts of suicide.
He doesn't cry,
He is man,
Why would he want to die?
He's stronger than that,
At least that's what you think.
His death bed is where he lays,
Forever with words,
He wasn't allowed to say.
Everybodys else's opinions stood in the way,
He wasn't allowed to get help,
Because everybody thought boys dont feel pain.
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A Twisted Way (Depressive Poetry)
PoetryJust another teenage girl writing her thoughts and feelings online to be read by strangers. All of these are by me. Hope you like them.
