May 12, 2009
By , Newark, CA
He left without a sound
No letter, no words, no tears
Never to be found
After years, and years, and years

She always kept quiet
Never to mention his name
Sometimes a riot
Empty bottle full of shame

Closed, my room is secure
Inside it I live my life
How do I insure
Myself to not pick up a knife

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