I have this spinning head

Every hour

My heart is in devour

I am constantly wishing to be dead

I can't stand the way place is

I need to runaway from all the teasing ugly faces

Living in a world so cold

They think they can be sold

Rotting inside a corpse shell, wasting away

On the ground I lay in pain

Crying so no one can tell in the rain

I'm going to run today

They always judge by cover

Spreading noxious fumes, in the air just to hover

Falling in the black

Basking into death

Stuttering in my breath

Slipping through the cracks

Can I ever be returned?

Or am I scarred? Forever burned

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