When I break down
There's always the boy
He's dressed in all white
His hair is straight
It's either black or ash blonde
I can never see his eyes
He stays by me
Pats my head
Hugs me
And I feel fine
I trust him
I've never seen his face
It scares me
I know he isn't real
I know the world I've created in my head isn't real
That boy isn't real
But I'm still terrified he'll leave
Cause he makes me feel safe
And he doesn't exist
No one in my head does
Will even they leave me too?
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The Words I couldn't Say
PoetryThis is a place for me to put all the things I wish I said but I just couldn't. These are a way for me to "say" these things without actually saying them to the person I want to. I probably won't ever go back or read any of these because it's like r...
