I think the turbine is cracked I hear a whine

I could

try to tell her

like I’m trying to tell you

the hardest thing I ever did

was to try & forget my shame

not the poverty

that runaway mother

living in hiding behind doors

people raised me told me

I was worthless

feeling everyday like the other

but the needing to pretend

everything was ok

I was living fine

while inside I felt

nothing but black dust

smoulder fire

burning through yesterday


until there was nothing left

but a shell

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