Listen, kid, I know it hurts. The bruises, I mean. The bruises hurt. I know you’re tired of walking alone but Please, hang on, a bit longer.
This poem is for the boy left alone where he felt safe The one who watched the flowers grow and grow into Nightmares.
I know you can’t stop feeling the blows but please Keep walking.
I know they tried to bleach your heart.
Shrug off the hate they throw like seeds, Shake out the doubts that grew from these Because you are more than what they say, You have fought so hard each and every day And you deserve better than what they’ve made And keep walking, kid. Keep walking.