There he his that guy
Just sitting there across the room
Scars line up his arms
Depression stains his eyes
Lies fly from his mouth
Love pours from his heart
Yet still....
I wonder...
Does he know
He's perfect the way he is
He's not an alien in his skin
Not everyone will leave
Love actually does last...
I wonder if he can find in me...
The reason
To smile
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Poetry of the Disturbed
PoetryTeenage Anxiety... Teenage Depression... But what happens when its a male... What happens he can't admit it... Because of his gender... The worst thing of it all... He's diagnosed with Schizoeffective disorder... The feelings are just...
