Like a worthless piece of paper.
They have no clue
why is their boy locked in the basement.
And they did a little caper,
when he came out.
He was forced to talk.
But he spoke with chalk.
An artist.
And they forced him
to be a scientist.
,,You need to be smart."
So he swapped his heart
with another brain.
The little boy isn't the same.
He will never ask if you're okay.
Eyes full of life
are now gray.
His eyes will never shed a tear.
No one who will hear
how is his soul breaking into pieces.
The little boy is now the monster.
Hearthless machine.
Cold bullet went through his head.
The little boy.. is dead.
YOU ARE READING
The headache.
Poetrynot very optimistic poems. //in english// •The beautiful cover is from @teckopluste. You should totally check her out, she's talented, her covers are badass!•
