Never Cry

by panicked life   Feb 5, 2007


The Clothes that he wears,
the colors in his hair,
the studs on his lip,
the swish of his hips.
There's pain in his eyes.
He will never cry.
He's stronger than me,
but he will never be free.

He shows his style
Some says his real name is Kyle.
Most people call him bash,
and deep down he needs to slash.
The blood trickles from already stained wrists.
He has no more pride, his mind is not the purist.
He lays down, but he wont cry.
To bad they never saw the pain in his eyes.

His parents cry for him
because there is no part left of him.
He's dead inside,
but he doesn't hide.
He slowly dies
through all their lies.
His parents really do care,
but they dint want to share.

There's so much pain in his eyes,
but he will never cry.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Espoirfailed

    Wow, what a powerful poem, such striking images, especially:

    He has no more pride, his mind is not the purist.

    that was deep. this was so original, very well done