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There are no words,

There is no way

To bleed my heart

On this blank, white page.



There is no hope,

There are no tears

To shed for a feeling

I can’t even feel.



If I burn it all

With this cigarette,

If I burn a hole in the world,

Could you know then

The darkness I feel?



It would turn to ash,

A flakey remain

Of unexplained anger

And unexpressed pain.



And maybe you could

Blow it away

In one heartless breath.



Heal the pain

Of my world, now burning

Heal the pain

Of my heart, now bleeding.



Send me into the wind.