The grin stretches

So wide it cracks, so

                 w        i       d      e

I cry

Blood upon my lips

Blood roaring down my throat, it

             r        o       a       r       s

I cry

Drowning, suffocating

My tongue swells and my heart

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into a hard knot of evil

They were right, I know that;

It’s not right for me to exist

My happiness, cursed and damaged

Why should I grin?

It’s not right

Why should my heart be light?

A leaden paperweight

A sinking, sinking Stone

I can feel the darkness

Rushing against my ragged skin, it

             r      u     s     h     e     s

I cry