For Boys Who’ve considered Committing Suicide

Only a slave mourns his master.   I shed no tears for chivalry, as real men don’t cry hold the tears in, till it forms a noose round your neck the weight of the world on your shoulder but feeling every least bit like Atlas lost in the crossfire of this battle of  mind versus heart one being calm and collected, the other being broken and hurt I seek an escape from the darkness that surrounds me dark continent, black race, black skin and black nights hanging on the edge…

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