The Flowers Bloom Here

The Dark Kingdom

So tired and worn down from feeling.
Not feelings of my own,
But the feelings of a tragic story of the life of a boy forever lost within the abyss that is trauma.
My memories of this boy darkened all too quickly, and now we never speak.
He hates his characteristics, and retreats to the dark corners of his unforgiving closet.
Parents who will never understand the child they raised,
Parents who used to say they loved him no matter what.
Afraid to let anyone into the heart of pure Igold he possesses,
Shying away from human contact, poisoned with the disbelief of love.
Forcing himself to deal with the hardships of life on his own, forcing himself to be strong.
In his looming forest of destruction, he is the helpless pauper.
His depression has become the ruler of the broken kingdom, with anxiety as his queen.