Dysphoric Heart
feelings that died
or got buried too deep
a dysphoric heart
that is left to weep
a mind that is numb
from the games that were played
a spirit that is shattered
a soul that is grey
no answers that come
to the question "why?"
or the reason you left
which I try to deny
file it away
like the others before
a window will open
behind this slammed door
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Jo Bien | Year Posted 2009
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