Broken dreams, and rhymeless verse.
Agonized screams that no one hears,
High expectations, and ruthless jeers.
Exams, tests and faceless fears
Horrible, scary, deep-set fears.
Pressed and squeezed, duty-bound you see -
That small skinny lad, yes, that is me.
The edge of a cliff, hands pushing me -
But desperate hope still clinging to me.
Without your love, dead I shall be.
Walking, talking, but as dead as dead can be.
Please call me back; lie to me:
Look into my eyes, tell me you love me.
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