Eyelids
Squeezed tightly,
Attempt to keep the tears in.
Black
From the verbal attacks
That seem so consistent
Truth
I'd rather be homeless than here
Atleast then I would not hope for love
Her love atleast
Maybe when I'm gone
If I go
Then she'll know
That even me saying it out loud
Trying to convince myself
Doesn't work
Perturbing
The fact that at the end of each day
I have to return to the abyss
"HOME"
I laugh at the irony
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