-His POV-
I stand over them as my mind screams in protest, for me to just stop doing this.
I shove the voices down and smirk at them to cover the inner conflict.
I can see the hate and pain they radiate.
I walk away with confidence but slowly drown myself in thoughts.
"OH MY GOODNESS WHY CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT YOU DEPRESSED MISTAKE!"
I yell at myself in the mirror trying to force down the tears.
Father told me that tears were weak and I am not weak.
... Am I?
I walk out of the bathroom and slide down the wall in one of the corridors.
I put my head in my hands and sob.
Big body shaking sobs that hurt my chest.
They were there.
They stayed as I cried.
It was confusing, why didn't they leave like everyone else?
I did it again even though I apologized and told them everything.
Hopes and dreams crushed.
I guess some people don't change.
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Poems...
PoetryMmnhmmhnmmn..... words but honestly I've moved to Ao3 and I only come here to publish my shity poetry, I should get a therapist but I cope like this instead :p
