A boy named hopeless.

by Stacinator   Apr 21, 2006


He called himself hopeless as his fist broke the reflection.
Not even the stars could point him in the right direction.
Before bed he wished, on the same fading star,
That he'd leave this life, with more than just scars.
He screams his thoughts as he sleeps,
The nightmare of promises he couldn't keep.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Heather M Craig

    Cute. More than I expected, to say the least. Nice job.