The Boy With The Blue Eyes

The boy with the blue eyes,

Somehow manages to see past

The fake smiles and laughs.

I am not sure how he manages to do this.

It scares me, I feel vulnerable and open.

He sees the scars on my wrist

And the pain in my eyes.

He knows the hurt and loneliness

I feel in this cruel world.

The boy with the blue eyes.



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