Dear Mom & Dad,
i'm sorry for being
a boy made out of glass
that shattered
every time
he fell
& cut himself open
in an attempt
to pick up
the pieces
the scars on my fingers tell the story of how i tried to put myself back together piece by piece
it was painful
but i did it
i bled
and bled
and bled a little more
but i did it
are you proud of me?
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men don't cry [Poetry]
Poetry[H.R. #6 - 7. 3. 18] "we wear our emotions like intricately decorated chains strung around our throats and then tuck them into our shirts" *** i sincerely hope you don't relate to any of these poems ~UPDATED DAILY~ 27/12/17 : #611 in Poetry 29/12/1...
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