He wishes he could dig inside his brain
And turn off the part that feels
He wishes he could rip open his chest
And take what's left of his heart out
And clean up the mess of its brokenness
He dreamt of you last night
The night right after he had to leave
Now in his empty chest there's a subtle pain
Where his heart once lay
Feelings play such mean tricks
He loves to dream
But now he wishes he hasn't last night
His heart has already been to damaged
Next his body will begin to crumble
Into the earth below him
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Desolation Boy 2
PoetryThis ones for the people who feel like human errors every day of their lives All poems are from my head, heart & soul !TRIGGER WARNING!
