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Dec 2013
Struggle Within

Feeling kinda down and out,
cat got the tongue, can't shout.
Feeling used and helpless,
only evil, no more goodness.
Seeking desperately for unknown knowledge,
long ago, you dropped out of college.
No one there to help you along,
everyone says, you don't belong.
A born loser everyone says,
popping pills, like from a Pez.
People wishing you were dead,
just a single bullet to the head.
Not one person ever cared,
people look at you and get scared.
You're a monster with no roar,
in your face, people slam the door.
Too afraid to go outside,
all applications got denied.
Cry all day, cry all night,
inside your mind, is a constant fight.
Maybe it's time to make a stand,
take your head out of the sand.
Did your best, but still you fail,
you're deaf, dumb and blind,
and still can't real braille.
A car accident destroyed your face,
nothing in its right place.
So you decide to end it all,
gun in mouth, as you start to fall.
Blood everywhere, as your soul escapes,
act is over, now lower the drapes.
Allen Wilbert
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Allen Wilbert  florida
(florida)   
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