Alone in a house of three is the worst feeling ever

It's like being the middle child, with no brothers or sisters

I even once confused it with Heaven

But Heaven has angels, and my head only has thoughts

I'd rather be in Hell, at least there I could talk

I'm all alone in my house and the void is right in front 

Whatever I walk to 

My leg is broke I need a doctor 

I hate everything, even my mother

I don't have a crutch

The End

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