The blood runs down he's arm.
The pain felt good but wrong.
He promised to stop.
He couldn't do it.
He was broken in ways no one seen.
He missed her even though he shouldn't.
She used him and left.
He wanted her back but he knew it was wrong.
She didn't love him.
No one knows that he's just a scared little boy.
He's afraid to be loved.
Everyone sees a boy who is strong, happy, unstoppable, and perfect
He'll never believe he's any of these
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Depression
PoetryThis is just going to be Things I write when I am sad or depressed.....can be all kinds of things but sometimes it can be triggering to someone recovering from depression or self harm. DO NOT read if you are sensitive when it comes to reading things...
