18:22 p.m.

A wasted life, 

distorted day,

Sadness

blown away?

Broken dreams, 

destructive heart,

Life is over,  

stop, start.

Another week,
hundredth year,

Sitting in the corner,

a teddy bear.

Another nightmare,

so forlorn ,

So empty,

so alone.

Another wound,
red raw scar,

Unrecognizable

Who the hell you are.

Another bruise,

unbearable pain,

It seems to me

You are mentally insane.

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