The boy.
He was the boy that cried for pity
But despised pity
He was often Lost in his own thoughts
And allowed them to overthrow his peace
He got lost in his thoughts so often while being awake Late at night because he's an insomniac.
His depression clawed at his soul while he tried to remain Sane enough to move forward.
He was strong willed but still became lost in his own thoughts.
Killing himself slowly from thinking too much.
Eventually becoming the Lost Boy.
YOU ARE READING
Everything i am sorry for
PoetrySorry for everything I am not, who you want in a Women (This is my writing purely of my own experience I apologize if it seems in such an odd order)
