No one I know
Knows I write
I figure they have not
Earned that right,
I keep these stories in my head
I take them with me
In my bed,
This life is sad
and all I see
is all I've had
and all it is
is bad,
I want joy
But this world is sick
so is that boy
And so is his head
Sometimes I just wish
I was dead
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