To the boy that grew up too fast
Has endured a lot in the past
Lost the people that were close to him
Got his heart thrown in the bin
The kid in him was slowly killed
With the feeling of not being enough he lived
Too afraid to fall in love
Cause the girl he thought was the one
Turned him into dust
Now all he could see was lust
That heart of gold turned into worthless stone
The scars that hurt filled with every moan
He found peace in ways he hated
It's a monster the world created
The one he was told not to worry about
Was the one who dug his grave
The soul was trapped
The body started to adapt
So when he found a way to cope
Is when she decide to send the rope
The one he was during her would have held on it for help
The one he is after her would wrap it around her neck
So now in the end
He finds peace in the alcohol
Makes cigars his best friend
Trying to numb the world
The hurt he unfurled
About the Creator
Nishcka
Nishcka is a multi-talented student, dancer and writer. With a passion for the arts, she seamlessly combines her for movement and words. As a dedicated student, Nishcka's curosity knows no bounds, constantly seeking knowledge.
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