Nothing Left

Ugly doesn’t begin

To describe my mood on this day

Black and dour

My guts are sour

No I don’t want

To come out and play

 

Hide behind the curtain

Life used to be fun

You’ve taken it out

No energy to shout

I’m feeling like

A loaded gun

 

No more

No good

No way to hide

No spark

No life

Nothing left to fight

 

Don’t talk about it

Or let anyone in

Protect yourself

Emotional stealth

Whatever you do

You’ll never win

 

No more

No good

No way to hide

No spark

No life

Nothing left to fight

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