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Empty inside
No sleep
I'm getting tired
no job
won't have me hired.
No friends
I live in my head
all pain
don't know where it ends.
All empty
empty inside
'part from the sickness
which flourishes and thrives.
All grey
it pours from my wounds
it leaves stains
till it covers the room.
All the years
you'll feel what I felt
in a single concentrated
moment.
Purgatory,
give me heaven or hell
I'd rather burn than dissolve
to nothingness.
I'm getting tired
no job
won't have me hired.
No friends
I live in my head
all pain
don't know where it ends.
All empty
empty inside
'part from the sickness
which flourishes and thrives.
All grey
it pours from my wounds
it leaves stains
till it covers the room.
All the years
you'll feel what I felt
in a single concentrated
moment.
Purgatory,
give me heaven or hell
I'd rather burn than dissolve
to nothingness.
Published 27th Mar 2019
| Edited 31st May 2019
Author's Note
Inspired from reading about the psyches and motives of school shooters. Such tragic life fates for all affected - but you often don't hear about the stories of the perpertrators. Maybe we should try to understand those we least understand - because maybe that's the only way we can stop it from keep repeating.
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27th Mar 2019 10:12pm
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24th May 2019 10:30pm
Anonymous
- Edited 21st Oct 2019 5:45am
16th Jul 2019 9:41am
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Absolutely - rather than blaming guns, rock n roll or the kids themselves we have to see what we as a society contribute to the problem. Thanks for the comment
