World war three in dancing in my hand
Poison of the lead I taste
Feels like my life is dangling by a thread
Mess up dead
Feeling so sad
Like nothing is there
Feelings of emptiness
As no one cares as I look ahead
Am I alive or am I dead
Or dead inside to be exact
I feel like i'm never going to have a clue
Should I paint with blood what I've been threw
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Broken Inside
PoetryPoetry about what teenagers go threw and how they handle situations.
