Random, collated thoughts put to paper through emotion and expressions, and a mind that works it's flow.
Love, Lillian x
x Disclaimer: this is purely my own work. if my lines seem similar to other poems, this is purely coincidental. some poems/boo...
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Mistakes. We all make them. But they won't Just let it go.
Mistakes, It's what makes us, us But they won't, Just leave him be.
Mistakes. They make us better. But they won't, Just help him.
It makes my heart break, Slowly. As I watch him, Silently.
They have engraved His mistakes into his chest. They never let him rest, From the resentment The torment.
But, That's the thing.
Nobody knows the way that I know him. Nobody knows the way he struggles Nobody knows what he's been through; Cuz he's been through Hell and back.
Nobody knows, That the boy they pick on, Has reached his breaking point.
Alone, In his room, Deciding how.
It's too much for him to bear. His small heart crushed. Into tiny fragments, Reflecting him, And his mistakes.
Mistakes. We all make them. But they won't Just let it go.
Mistakes, It's what makes us, us But they won't Just leave him be.
Mistakes. They make us better. But they won't Just help him.
He pressed the cold, Metal object, To his wrist, Pressing down.
" sorry " He whispered, His wrist now slightly stinging
He yelled a small "help" But I was too late.
That day I had went to his house, To make him see that it was okay. Because I had been through the same I was a broken girl Because of them.
But I survived. And I knew he needed someone Someone to guide him Support him. Every thought, He swarmed and captured me. He was inside my head Jumbling my thoughts
But when I ran into his room, A pool of blood red Surrounded his now Lifeless, dull body.
Cuts. All over his wrists. Cuts. With blood still gushing out.
He was gone.
Tears were Collecting rapidly In my eyes, My hand flew and Covered my mouth
How? How was I too late? A small sob escaped my lips. I was too late to help him now.
Mistakes. We all make them. But they just, Won't let it go.
Mistakes, It's what makes us, us But they just, Won't leave him be.
Mistakes. They make us better. But they won't, Help him.
