Dead Inside - Poem by Heather Schroer
The world is closing in
The internal walls are growing thin
I don't quite seem to be fitting in
My life is comming to an end.
My friends would desert me
My family would hate me
The other still would not love me
If I set this one free.
Maybe if I got high-
Then, would people let me die?
Would they know if I were to lie?
Do they know I'm already dead inside?
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