There is a broken window in my head.
Who threw the rock to make me dead?
Who left the scar that will never fade?
Who created this plan that was made?
Who is the boogeyman that waits in the hall?
The demon will laugh as it punches my balls.
The voices are phantoms of my fractured mind.
They use me even when they are kind.
I am the mouse in the maze.
It’s hard to see beyond this haze.
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