A blue hoodie and black jeans,
His head lowered, no one cares to see.
A blue bruise and black dreams,
No one hears him scream.
A blue sky and black clouds,
Too afraid to say the truth out loud.
He's been beaten black and blue,
He's seen his nightmares come through,
He's tried to hide it all,
In hope he crawls.
From the brown of his hair,
To the red of his blood,
Consume by his fears,
He cries a flood.
Blue as his fragrance and black as his guitar.
He hopes if he keeps this up, no one will have to see his scars.
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suicidal thoughts poems
ŞiirThis is not a story but a book of poems, my wonderful friends gave me the idea so thank u guys hope you enjoy reading these poems as much as I enjoyed writing them for you.
