Seventeen
The room is a little too small
The wall is a little too thin
Curled like a big round ball
Too cold to be touched by skin
A muffle is enough to make wonder
Questioning ones own worth
Spilling arraignment without ponder
Doubting ones self birth
Listen
Can you hear it?
Can you hear the shriek?
Can you feel the wail?
Can you get a peek?
Can you see the ail?
Can't you catch the hint?
Can't you grasp the game?
Can't you hand a stint?
Can't you take the blame?
Drowning in tears
Shifting insane
In a room of fears
Whimpering in pain
1:11 a.m
wolf
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