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Broken
Let the rain wash over his damaged body.
He needs to feel something.
For the first time in forever,
he needs to feel something.
A broken mind is all he has become,
searching for peace he doesn’t know.
Where has his life gone?
The simple childhood he once lived,
a white picket fence bordering
the green lawn where he and
his brothers played,
is over now.
Back then,
the pretty girl across the street
would also come play.
One night, under the blushing sunset,
she kissed him.
He thought he loved her,
but his mom told him he was too young
to feel love.
When he was a boy,
his eyes would sparkle
like jewels
shining in the moonlight.
His smile lit up the room.
He never ceased to be
happy.
Then the demons came.
He began to understand the world
in all its horror
nothing so beautiful stays.
His mind became a scary place
and he told no one.
He was being torn apart
by the world around him,
but mostly by himself.
The girl across the street,
who was so beautiful,
never saw herself that way.
She stopped living even before he did.
It killed him to see her at school,
with her dark makeup
and short skirts.
Boys teased her until she cried.
They never knew they hurt her.
But he did.
He watched her grow skinnier
even though he thought she had always
been perfect.
Why couldn’t she see that?
The day she swallowed too many pills,
he forgot to breathe.
A therapist pulled him away
but he just screamed.
I could have saved her.
I could have saved her.
His mind began to attack itself even more.
Mental and physical scars showed up
anywhere they could.
And the world didn’t care.
Because the world never cared.
He became more and more vicious
toward himself.
He could only think of her pain
and his
and that he could do nothing about it.
His life was a tangled web,
a string of broken hearts
and painful memories
and lies.
Maybe someday the rain will wash over
the boy destroyed by the world
and make him whole again.
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