I called
To say
That life
Was not
Okay
A string
Rub on my heart
I do not choose to
I think I am through
I want to run
But I have to stay
Laugh my dreams away
I want to scream
But the walls talk
There a sense of scared
I may not make out of here
That is what I fear
End these days alone
Las night
I slept
On stone
When I woke
I saw blood
I was not alone'
I feel
A cut
To my head
I do not choose to
I think I am through
I want to run
But I have to stay
Laugh my dreams away
I want to scream
But the walls talk
There a sense of scared
I may not make out of here
That is what I fear
End these days alone
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