Trouble made me a scarred little
boy,
junked me up and sucked out
my joy.

Did a number on my mind and
soul,
feels like my heart is full of coal.

People know that I have fought,
and never accomplished, my plans
all gone for knaught.

Did you happen to cross my day?
I cut you down to hear you say.

The endless stream of insane
numbing dribble, ends itself,
and sets the pattern for eternity.

Trouble made me a scarred little
boy,
junked me up and sucked out my
joy.

Scared, ended, going away. I
am just beginning, what more
to say?

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