Every night

he dreams, he screams
carves on cream skin
the sorrow of his soul

he falls, he crawls
his nails draw on the floor
the chaos in his mind

he tries, he lies
how everything is nice
he cries, he dies
a little every night

he fights, he bites
purple marks he hides
scattered on his arm

he shakes, he breaks
because everything it takes
to live is too much

he lies, he tries
to answer all the why’s
he cries, he dies
a little every night

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