
poème · Scorpi777 · 2 min de lecture
Boys don't cry
Boys don't cryThey run at a desperate paceLike it's their very last raceRain pouring down their faceBoys don't cry
Boys don't cryAn invisible armor, made of silence and fearA weight they carry year after yearTrapped in this role they were born to playBoys don't cry
Boys don't cryThey hit the gym to lift the weightsSo their broken hearts don't show their traitsBuilding up their muscles to stand tallIgnoring their sadness behind those wallsAlone in the dark the silence starts to speakThe hidden tears fall, making them weakAt top speed on their bike, adrenaline they chaseBut the sadness inside still keeps up the paceBoys don't cry
Boys don't cryThey laugh the loudest in the roomHiding the echo of an empty tombThey text back "I'm fine" at 3 AMWhen the whole world's asleep and there's no one to blameThey stare at the ceiling counting every crackCarrying a grief they don't know how to unpackThe phone in their hand, a number they won't callOne step from breaking, still standing tallBoys don't cry
Boy don't cryBut late at night when the walls close inWhen the mask comes off and the cracks beginThe tear that falls, does it make you less?Or just human, trying to survive the mess?
Boy don't cryBut maybe you shouldMaybe you could