With in my Soul
Hey mom, Look at me.
Am I broken?
I smile.
I walk.
All the while my chest is tight.
I talk,
But when I get home I cry at night.
Hey mom, where are you?
I don't know.
You're gone when I need your help.
So much for loving me too.
Hey dad, where did she go?
I feel broken.
I sleep with women.
Fuck men.
So much for mommy's token of love.
Nothing on the outsides broken....
Its only with in.
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