Trading blues for green

Surrounded by scars behind my smile,

Lies from when I was a child,

Chemicals fill my lungs,

Drain my heart.

There I was,

Stuck in a bitter rut.

All remains

Volatile.

Help me get better,

Pull me out of the blue.

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