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They Don't Teach us how to Grieve

They don't teach young men How to grieve.

Be a man, Stand strong, Men don't cry, They say.
That's how we are made.
Somewhere, There's a conveyor belt Constantly chucking out Boys, with pent-up toxic emotions, Shoulders hunched under the weight of society's expectations.
There's a piece of wood in my mouth I bite hard on it praying I don't black out As I saw off another weakness I saw in the mirror.
Something about Better to enter the Kingdom With one arm...
I don't know...
A brother died today,


Beneath this mask,
a world of
Warped realities.

Old Sins
Now Black holes
Pull hard
on my days.

I've been
With my thoughts
Far too long

Introspection is exhausting...

Introspection is exhausting... — Yung Likes (@elidot) August 25, 2017