There is a boy,
inside he is sad,
he keeps it bottled in,
and this makes him mad.
Why cant the world see,
the pain that makes him be,
no one to understand him,
he wants to be set free.
The world is not right,
and his mind just collides,
theres no disfinct reason,
for why he burns inside.
Nothing to him is clear,
he sheds but a single tear,
it trickles down hs face,
over his cheek a moderate pace.
It falls through nothingness,
the nothingness he feels,
to hit the ground,thud,
with that tear, he disappeared.
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I like that alot. It begins with a beautiful simplicity. Words that we’ve all thought before, yet never saw the truth and the beauty in them.