The Fate of a Cowardly Freak
He was a boy
Bright eyes and a weak heart
Feared being treated like a toy
So didn't rip anyone else apart
He liked the little things
His piano and his best friend
He was just a boy, wondering
How each day was to end
He was too shy to ask her out
Thinking he was never good enough
Every word was filled with doubt
He admired those who were tough
But then came the time
When the devil found his soul
It had seemed all was fine
That boy in him took the toll
Tough it seems is to be
A coward lacking humanity
So the boy died
He wishes he had tried
To save his precious life
He'd give it all back
Pull out this knife
Try and find his abandoned track
But the world would never let
The little boy survive
Where every kind word is a lie
His heart would not last
His bright eyes are weak
To the shadows they cast
They called him a Freak
And he was gone just as fast.
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Random Stuff - Part II
RandomThis is a random book. With a lot of poetry. And other things, too. Find out by reading, maybe? Please? ♡ Cover credits // @SoullessSkin (you should check her out btw, she's also a great writer) "Her eyes spoke beautiful words unlike most beautiful...
