He was born on the seventh of July,
And he is a liar.
He lied when he said it didn't hurt him;
He lied when he said he said that he was fine.
He lied about the blood that ran down his hands,
Flowing through the lines.
Yes Ma'am he lied!
When he said that he wanted to be alone.
He lied about his depression,
And he lied about his flaws.
He is a ruthless lair.
He lied about having friends,
He lied when he had a crushed heart;
He lied when he wanted everything to end.
He has oceans in his room, Covering him, till he drowns.
He has a storm raging on in his brain.
He also has a secret diary,
But he lies about his pain.
He lost his everything,
When the winds blew him away.
He shackled himself to chains,
When his dreams were hushed at bay.
He searches for his soul,
In the darkness of his thoughts.
And in black nights,
His demons, he has fought.
Dear world!
He is a boy!
He has feeling!
and he is a liar!
For once in his lifetime,
He wants to confess.
For once he wants to tell the world,
About the mess inside his head.
He wants to speak about his depression, his thoughts, his weaknesses, his flaws, his dreams, his hopes, his heart, his brain;
The floods that took him away,
The winds that crushed his soul.
The lost friendship that didn't last,
And the storms that still haunt his past.
Yes, dear world!
He is boy!
He has feelings!
And he is a liar!
YOU ARE READING
Eclipse Enchanted
PoesíaPoetry is a form of literature where one can express their deepest thoughts without restrictions. I wrote this album in hopes to express stuff that most people go through and would definitely love your reviews and suggestions!! Happy reading. Oh...
