azure sequoia
Behind my smile, a dark cloud is revealed.
A boy so hurt, it seems unreal.
Buried in blue: sadness and Depression.
“I’m fine” is the average answer to every question.
Hurts to see you smile with another.
Breaks me from sleeping alone.
But you’ll never know.
Right?
You were ashamed.
And apparently “forcedly claimed.”
My soul divides,
Wall collides.
My shoes are tied.
I can’t move because of you...
rustic rain
stoic heath