Her


Trapped in a cage, lost in a haze
sitting on the curb, why am I so hurt
It won't leave me,
Sick, that is she, that is me,
that's the key.
Worthless, burden...
a life unheard in, every thought, every word...
feels slurred, so very blurred.
Who is she? Why is she?
My salvation? my enemy?
Is this my remedy?
Look, LOOK at her...
HER!
is she still there?
Does she still care?
No more hair, nothing there,
empty, hollow.
Death to follow.

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