Millions [Poetry]

cuts in every corner

cuts in every corner

jan2twenty18

and they laughed when he said that he was scared. didn't take him seriously when his forehead and wrists turned black, headaches blistering on the outside of his mind.

angry tears through all the years, crumpling into himself. break apart through all of the rubble, but you're a part of it instead. shamefully tied down to a life colorless, to absolute and utter gray, so horrifying that the butterflies are no longer aflight - they're dying.

the christmas lights adorning his broken psyche flicker, but are still considered to be in working order. who knew that lights could lie?

nothingness, in this case, is not beautiful. it is nothing. it is underlined in a hunger for both normalcy and the divine to come across one's life, unfazed.

he's still scared. nobody listens to his screaming, so he's worked hard to simply be silent. essentially, it is what it is.

he won't make it past twenty five.