You wanted to be normal,
So much so,
You happily sold your soul,
You chained yourself to this boring life,
It refuses to make you feel droll.
Yet inside you die a thousand deaths,
Each despair greater than the last,
It sucks the air right out of your chest,
All that you once were has gone,
You are no more,
All that is left is a black hole.
© 2017 MK AC Nevin-Crooks
Love Life Poetry
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