I'm clocking out soon
You see
My screams are not
Unheard
While they deserve to be
While the children
Who have known nothing but
Blood red anger
War
Loss
Are forgotten by our useless
Lives
That dissolve into
Whatever meaningless
Office space
We will learn to camouflage in
I beg of myself
To stop trying to be
Special
I beg of myself
To shut up about me
You are everything
What my future holds
You hold the door open
You shut it closed
You beg
On your sore
Bloodstained
Knees
Some other version of me
Wipes your tear-stained face
And paints over the horror
With a bucket of new beginnings
Time
If we could just forget about it
Then you would already be dead
Forever immortal though
Still begging for some sort of
Miracle
A miracle
That will never arrive
If it's enough, (it's not)
You are always
On my mind
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