Boys Don’t Cry

Ashen pallor,
Bloodshot eyes;
Wears dark clothes
And never goes outside.

If only he could speak up,
Call out for help,
Get out of the house;
Maybe he’d see, this isn’t always how it has to be.

If only he could find a reason to get out of bed
And walk among others instead.
But again, he folds like a broken old lawn chair
No one wants to sit near.
And so, he’s not going anywhere tonight.

In his darkest hour,
The boy cries alone.
But boys don’t cry,
So he just stays inside,
Says he’s fine,
And pretends that no one’s home.


Photographer Unknown


About humblefoot

Kyle Fisher (who often uses the alias Logan Rowley online and in his writing) has been enjoying writing since he was just 8 years old. His first formal publication was at the age of 13. He is now a spiritualist and openly queer author, perpetually searching for inspiration to create and learn more about the world around him. He is always drawn to the simplicity and uniqueness that life has to offer. He doesn’t identify with labels or socially constructed ideas about how the world should be. He believes that the world is your oyster, and that we all project our own destinies with the thoughts we choose to harbour about the universe. He is an idealistic, spiritualistic hippie who is just trying to find his place in this world, crafting each word to leave his mark, and promote love and equality among all people.
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