There is a boy I know,
whose eyes can be as cold as snow.
A very quiet man is what you might see,
but that’s not who he is when he is with me.
A fighter, a lover, a comedic performer...
This to me, makes his gaze seem warmer.
I know his secrets I can see his pain.
I see his tears hidden in the rain...

He watches everything in silence,
as his head swims with violence.
Not making a sound as his mind spins around,
secretly wishing to be put in the ground.
If he forces down the many pills...
Will they cure all that ills?
Trying not to feel, and trying not to care,
playing the games he knows aren’t fair.

Let me save you come with me.
Let me show you what I see.
So many things you could create,
why should you give in to all of the hate?
And please don’t forget, you are my love,
and I can be your angel from above.
I can break you free from the shackles of your mind.
You must trust me because we are of the same kind.

By: Jenni Anderson(my real name)

(FYI:this poem is protected by a creative commons license it is my own authentic work, so please no stealing)