Your thoughts, they aren't beautiful
They're thoughts full of dark and dispare
Full of hurt
They're broken thoughts
You just want to be listened to
For someone to hear your thoughts
To hear your words
But theres no one
You're Surrounded by people that say they love you
But they don't, they love beautiful boy
Not the boy that doesn't want to live anymore
They love the boy with a beautiful body
Not the boy with broken thoughts
Not the boy with broken scars under his clothes
Not the boy you have become
You can't live this life anymore
You can't live this life of fake friends
You can't live this life of being all alone in your head
You can't take it anymore
You stand at the top of a bridge
gazing down onto the empty road below
A group of kids kids pass over the ground below
You know them
They're your fake Friends that didn't care
They don't care of their beautiful boy above, about the fall
You sit on the edge of the railing
Your fake friends laughter is long gone
Its just you, the bridge and the ground
You dont want to live anymore
You jump, beautiful boy
a note with all the thoughts in your head and all the words in your mouth tucked in your jeans
You fall
Pain shoots through your legs
It hurts
Everything hurts
This wasn't meant to happen
You're meant to be dead
Beautiful boy is meant to be dead
And he is, now you're broken boy
YOU ARE READING
beautiful boy/broken boy
Poetrywhat happens when the beautiful boy becomes the broken boy what happens when the beautiful boy tries to run from his world of fake friends and bottled emotions what happens when beautiful boy falls
