lost in the world
I’m lost in the world
I’m down on my mind
I’m building a still
To slow down the time
young boy of 15
always the quiet one,
he preferred to put a fortress around his thoughts.
impenetrable to even those that shared the same blood.
never put down his walls,
never wanting to show weakness,
he pushed others away to deflect his pain elsewhere.
men aren’t supposed to cry, right?
the absence of tears does not equate to the absence of fear.
afraid that he has no control over his life,
that he doesn’t belong on this earth,
he wept inside.
the worst part is that nobody sees it,
but this is exactly how he wants it.
but i see it.
i’ve seen this before.
it’s all too familiar.
he reminds me
— submitted by nh4nvu