Silent Disaster
my self esteem has fallen out of bed
inside my head is a mess
there is no fairness
he still speaks silently through my words
i've been told to get him out of my mind
yet i hope i never lose the scars that he left behind
his fragile heart
his paper skin
a beautiful boy
filled with so much sin
in the mirror
he is his own worst enemy
beneath the glass, an angel
yet the devil lies beneath.
a maniac
a tortured artist
he craved attention
that only i would give.
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