Music so loud,
Cuts so deep,
Can't get away,
Even in sleep.
They want you to leave,
Because you mind is broke,
And you right hand reeks
Like cigarette smoke.
You're a shadow of
What you used to be,
Don't exist enough
To even be seen.
He's moved on,
Why can't you?
He caught on
That there's better than you.
Stitch on a smile,
To pass the day,
Don't let them know
That you're not okay.
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As my pen glides along I can't help but think, that my soul is bleeding out in shining black ink.
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