There was a boy who lived in the under the world
He saw what a child should never see
He faced the hate that he received
He walked the world alone
Under the deep blue sea
Hoping for a boat to see him drowningThere was a girl who drew her own art
At night the bathroom is her painting room
With colors that are so red, she painted with pain
Adding to her collection of 'art'
Her brush was a blade and her canvas was herselfThere was a man who who smiled
He smiled with emotions so deep
He smiled with tears running to his feet
He smiled with bruises
He smiled even if he's left with nothing
But the smile once craked and showed a broken man, a broken man who just needs someoneThere was a woman who gave everything she had, her smile, her wealth, her wisdom. She gave everything until she was left with nothing, she gave even her own happiness, she gave her love, her confidence her everything,
and dedicated her own life to someones arms and yet they left her alone with the thoughts she can't run away from..
She never knew that even if she gave everything she still wouldn't be enough.."It's ok to ask for help",
said blossom to the boy"It's ok to show who you are",
said blossom to the
girl"It's ok to cry" ,
said blossom to the man"It's ok to leave some for yourself",
said blossom to the womanWhen blossom was saying those things she was ignoring her own needs... blossom never asked for help, blossom never showed how broken she was, blossom never cried in front of them, blossom never left anything for herself, in the end.. she died by her own arms with scars and cuts, with nothing left to care for,with no one caring for her, yet she still managed to die with a broken smile knowing she tried to help them and knowing she wouldnt be a burden to anyone anymore... But it's not like anyone cared. Right..?
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Ocean
RandomThis is my thoughts and some inspiration I got You can use this for yourself I'm just here to tell you about my dark moments but there's also some of my own quotes Some are not mine _________ The book cover is my drawing The tree means growth The sc...