the house is silent and nobody moves
lights are dim and each tends to his own
off in the back pain, anger releases
skin seperates and the redlines tell a tale
a tale of the silent boy with the silent mind
the people passed him by, none checked in too deep
nobody knows what he feels
to ashamed to talk
the floor is glued to his heels
sitting, waiting, to be unlocked
i mourn my nothing
 
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