Insanity has grown in me
Dumb as dead dogs on broken stars
Someone filled my heart with bangers
Then closed the wound with a spiders thread
I sense my mind getting small and alone
A perpetual machine of inner war
The bit between my teeth pulls tight
I eat my screams and latch shut a smile
Is there any way back to the broken home
With the balsam of love and laughter
The broken home they held together
If only for the sake of the children
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Wow, this is stunning!
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Oh, you’re overreacting surely 🙂
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