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And everything
Had happened
The way they promised
It wouldn’t.
  Oct 2019 Kaleb Webb-Wheeler
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
  Oct 2019 Kaleb Webb-Wheeler
No more lies
or games
no shame taken

I am
what I am
and will
with no fibre of me
just to make you feel
Yeah im done with this world and all thats around, its a game and frankly i aint proud, and i aint addicted, im convicted, hopefully self-evicted, im a *******, shove a knife in my neck, whats the bet i'd survive, just to be deprived of what you call life, im done, where's the gun, that sounds fun, BANG wheres the pain, im sure id fail again, this game is driving me insane, i have a car, maybe in it i can become a star, i wont go far, a trip to the local bar, then a bridge, a tree, a semi is all i wanna see.

i come across a though late last night, if im not here to bring you all hate, then who gonna complain, no more sook, so whos to bring you pain? if im not around you cant struggle in this game, im the reason your all in pain, it follows me around, like a pet, but in debht, its gets me aswell, regardless how much i retreat to my shell. it creeps in, it seeps deep, i ******* hate who ive become, im a ***, a suicidal mess, this i confess, help? **** that less its a knife through the chest.
Hmm... yeah
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