They never talk about it,
Not when it\u2019s a boy.
Because somehow, pain has a gender,
And if you’re a man, you’re supposed to endure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They tell you to toughen up,
Be strong, move on,
Like your body wasn\u2019t broken in ways words can\u2019t hold.
Like your spirit didn\u2019t shatter in a room too cold to breathe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the worst part?
No one wants to listen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They laugh it off like it\u2019s a sick joke,
Slap your back and say, “Ah, you\u2019ll be fine, bro.”
As if what happened didn\u2019t crawl beneath your skin,
Didn\u2019t twist your nights into endless fights with yourself.
And when you try to speak, their faces turn blank,
Because society is not built to handle a broken boy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But let me tell you what it\u2019s like
It\u2019s waking up feeling dirty,
Like your body isn\u2019t yours anymore,
Like your skin betrayed you and the world joined in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It\u2019s flinching when someone stands too close,
When a hand rests on your shoulder,
Because that touch doesn\u2019t feel safe,
Not anymore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It\u2019s wondering if you\u2019re still human,
If you\u2019ll ever be whole,
If the memories will stop clawing their way back
Every time the room gets quiet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the shame?
It\u2019s heavy.
It makes you sit in rooms full of people
But feel like you\u2019re the only one drowning.
Because who do you tell when no one believes you?
When they say, \u201cYou\u2019re a man you\u2019re supposed to want it\u201d?
As if being violated is something anyone would choose.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the questions haunt you.
Did I fight hard enough?
Should I have screamed louder?
Why didn\u2019t anyone see the fear in my eyes?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But no one asks those questions on your behalf,
Not when you\u2019re a boy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And society?
They treat it like it\u2019s nothing.
Like your pain is less valid
Because you\u2019re not supposed to hurt like that.
They say, \u201cIt happens to girls,\u201d
And brush your wounds under the rug.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But pain does not discriminate.
It does not ask if you are strong or soft,
It just stays.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the silence? It kills.
It keeps you locked inside yourself,
Afraid to speak because you\u2019re told real men don\u2019t cry,
But inside, you\u2019re breaking into pieces no one sees.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Let me say this,
It\u2019s okay to speak up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It\u2019s okay to say that your body was taken from you,
That your dignity was stripped away,
That no, you didn\u2019t want it,
And no, it doesn\u2019t make you weak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You deserve to be heard.
You deserve to be believed.
And you deserve to heal,
No matter who you are.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To anyone listening, stop minimizing the pain.
Stop brushing off the cries of broken boys
As if their wounds are less real.
Because when we ignore their voices,
We force them to carry a burden too heavy to bear alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And to the one who knows this pain,
Your story matters.
And no matter what they say,
You didn\u2019t deserve this.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It\u2019s not your fault.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And I promise you,
Healing is still yours to claim.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You are not alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n