A pounding heart
only moving air
straining lungs
drawing in no air
Tear worthy pain
producing no tears
an intelligent mind
gone blank
Feeling lonely
even among people
feeling hated
even among loved ones
Drained of feeling
wronged by to many
hurt to many times
not worth life in his own eyes
Empty
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