He lets the smoke escape his lips
He can feel himself getting lost again
Letting his mind float away
He doesn't do this because he loves it
He does it to escape his terrifying past
The boy sits on the edge
Almost slipping over
Yet he always manages to hang on
The boy's father hates him
For something he couldn't control
The boy has spent his life thinking he killed his mom
The boy couldn't control that
He didn't know when he was born his mom would be pronounced dead
Now the boy has spent his life paying for something he couldn't control
So he lets the smoke escape his lips tonight to forget the hate in his father's eyes
And the scars on his back
Tonight he let's go
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Behind Closed Doors
PoetryEverything and anything people don't talk about. In poetry form I'm taking requests if you want me to write about something. It can be anything from Abuse to mental illness. Trigger warning contains content about self harm,eating disorders,abuse,sex...
