red eyes
tear streaked face
never going to find his place
no approval
dreams been crushed
broken boy
of dirt and dust
simple thing
stung his pride
now he tries
to hide his cries
my invisible hand
tries to lift him up
to mend this boy
this broken pup
you're not alone
dear broken boy
so wipe your tears,
please don't cry
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryA whole lot of poems that I've written in the past couple of years. They're really just my way of expressing any emotions or feelings I get not all of them are true though so... yeah sometimes I just write to try to relate to different things. I hop...
