10:45 pm
he is so afraid to tell people how he really feels because they will just make fun of him.
guys don't have feelings, right?
wrong.
so he keeps it all inside where it destroys him even more, and bit by bit he is falling apart. But over his smile the glass shimmers until it breaks with a loud crack.
nobody sees.
they are too busy joking. joking about what?
suicide.
when the boy gets home, he kills himself and sliced his wrists ; screaming at the top of his lungs. "is it a joke now? do i not have feelings now?"
it's not a joke.
everyone has feelings. some of us keep it bottled up until our whole body shatters and there is nothing left but the demon inside us that goes to posses someone else.
boys have feelings too. don't forget that.
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intoxicated // poetry || 01
Şiir[ book 01 - completed ] emotions are not meant to be bottled up, and i knew at the second your breath intoxicated my lungs, that emotions were meant to be wild, spread out, and if you can survive the journey, it'll be one hell of a story. ███████...
