The heart, that begs for defeat
The mind, lost in time
The eyes, nice shells
The cuts above the wrists
Can they not read?!
Those eyes - dead beads
The laughs - not sincere
The smiles... a play at act
He hides so much you see...
His cries fall on deaf ears
His jokes ask for help; read
His heartbeat weakens now
His life force.
Gone...
Goodbye!
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