Curled up in the corner of his room,
Hot tears streaming down his face,
He whispers "Men don't cry" again and again, singing those words even if they rip at his soul,
He is covered in the blanket of darkness, sleeping in the bed of death.
His mind filled with horrible thoughts, and mind eating voices.
He is drowning in the ocean of loss,
But he does not show, because he is a 'Man'
He is a man who suffers in silent.
- Fadumo Mohamed
~note
this poem is to all Men/boys who suffers in silent (more poems like this are coming): remember; You matter.
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Bleeding Beauty| Poetry Collection
Poetry'My heart bleeds at pain, It bleeds-beauty, The colours of rainbow.' •°• Those short collection of poems show my struggle with my mental health and how i finally broke free, please make sure to read all of them they might help 💓•°• 10.12.2018 ~ Bo...
