There’s a boy who loves too hard
Yet he’s seen way too much
Broken down, nothing let
His eyes scream for someone
Yet no one listens to him or bothers to stop
They see what they want
They don’t want one of us
How can a boy who seems like enough
Be aching in pain and won’t wanna bluff
He cries in the night and screams out in pain
Yet we close our eyes and see nothing strange
Won’t turn back and look so it seems all the same
Yet this boy says no words
Doesn’t look like he’s lost
He seems to be strong but really everything is wrong
He says his okay, yet he’s dying in pain
Holding out his own hand
But all we see is insane
Why do we turn such a blind eye to him
It’s not like there’s a thing wrong with him
There is this boy that I’ve seen struggle
He kept up his fight even though it was rough
How can a boy that I’ve seen every day not ever cry
Out that he was in pain
There’s a boy that I knew
That loved way too much
But society turned him into nothing but dust
About the Creator
~S.R.B Writings
writing is more of a freedom to me than a passion
Follow My Insta @srb.writings & @stellboone
Keep reading
More stories from ~S.R.B Writings and writers in Poets and other communities.
TICK TOCK
11.59. Even though the glass had shattered, Lorna could still see that her watch ticked over. One minute until midnight. Her watch was the only thing she had that she could carry. The only thing to remember her parents by. A birthday present from last year, the year she turned seventeen.
By Elizabeth Butler3 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.