Almost of mine have battled with self infliction. Your point? I still battle with it too from time to time.
This is for the dreamers;
The one-winged angels trying to fly home.
For the believers,
Staying up late with demons to fight.
Waiting for the sun rays to materialize .
Watching as it subsides for the moon’s beauty
For the night owls and lost boys;
Abandoned memories of forgotten toys
Losing childhood innocence
Like a runaway robbing the corner store.
This is for those chained to the scale;
Where lower is perfect and higher is hell.
To the daughter whose father claimed to return,
And the son that digs behind his razor.
A scabbed heart, a few pink scars,
Long sleeves, silent remarks.
A wasted generation, decades of pain
Searching for love but found empty remains.
To those who have sharpeners equipped with no blade;
The downward spiral of the Lonely hearts brigade.
im straight and my brother is gay. I am not homophobic
no i have not.