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Dead Inside


He glares from the corner,

an impression of horror.

He gets up to stand,

with a knife in his hand. 

 

Dazed and confused,

he feels sad and used.

Finding someone to frame.

His dad is to blame.

 

Walking to cross the path

but he is lost.

Can never let go of the past,

what will it cost.

 

The mirror appears in front of him,

seeing himself, his thoughts are dim.

But the image from his author

it becomes his father.

 

He grabs the weapon to aim,

and breaks the mirror into pieces

Doing this, he feels the same,

until his heart beat ceases.

 

He's still alive

but cant reply

for he is dead inside.

 
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