Checked Out

The door closes 

Inhale your sorrow into your lungs

Breathe in insanity clouded smoke

Bury the hatchet underneath the willows

Soft minded, but the stubborn voice spoke

filling your glass with unwanted words

left to feel stripped down and exposed

because you can't love somebody

who's checked out


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