What do you do when his hate for himself is so deep-seated?
So fathomless, and harrowing
A bottomless pit, inflamed by bitter thoughts:
No one likes me
I have no friends
There’s always someone better.
What do you do when they cannot tell you what makes them happy?
And the only way you see them smile
Is when you kiss their lips
Hear them groan in pleasure
When you suck their dick
Feel them relax
Under your touch
What do you do when she texts you that night, crying for help?
Crying to help him.
What do you do when you call up his mum
A women you haven’t spoken to in years
And tell her
Watch over your son tonight
Don’t let him be alone
What do you
When she asks
What do you say
When they all ask
What do you do when all you want
Is to walk away
And the Guilt begins to eat you
From the inside
so at the advice of my English teacher I decided to create a blog. like, one through a different site. idk, it’s just my ramblings and writings and photography and recipes and such.