Joseph Orton (22-11-1994 / England)
There was a light.
It was oh so bright.
But then it shattered into a tiny shard.
Why does it make me hurt so hard?
It confuses me.
Why can't my mind just let me be?
The fight becomes unmeaningful.
And it is no longer wonderful.
It’s very dark in the pit of my heart.
Like a very disturbing piece of art.
And the escape seems impossible.
Am I delusional?
From these drug filled miscreation’s.
It comes across as disturbing.
But it’s just me hurting.
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