Wall of confusion
Hurting and sick
Riddled with shrapnel
Completely defenseless
Drained of any fight
Down for the count
Dying and broken
Food for the worms.
Close my eyes
Take me home
Somewhere warm again
Where I don’t have to feel
To find my joy
And wear my smile
Where I don’t have to ache
In the arms of oblivion.
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