Tiss
Boulders and stones,
will break my bones,
so screw the words you've told me.
My life is a knot,
so give me your best shot,
screams the pain I'm feeling inside me.
The dishes are clean,
but society is mean,
why haven't you already killed me?
My friends have betrayed,
my family has strayed,
there is no one left to help me.
There's finally a crack,
and I fall to my back,
as the darkness takes over what's left of me
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