I want to smile
But I keep thinking
Of the times that I had
The world in my hand
The times I needed
To keep me sane
To keep me off the pills
But those times are gone
All I've got is
Empty smiles and
Empty pockets
No more love for this boy
No more hate left to spew
No more vomit,
No more love,
No more murder,
No more words.
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