What I want,
I cannot have,
what I have,
I do not want....
I can never be happy,
too many of me...
A clusterfuck of girls,
living in my head...
Too much conflict,
I'd rather be dead...
Tired of being in knots,
jerked around and used..
I am a nightmare,
just watch and stare...
At the me, if you dare...
My heart is closed,
out of order..
Dead and buried,
no more hurt,
nothing, just covered in dirt...
S, 7
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