Thrown

I am 

Calm
Feel nothing
Scraped clean

An empty shell
Virgin
Live within a dream

A white hell
Sense, know, nothing
My well is dry

Can cry no more
Too sore, too bored
Too cracked to feel

Anything real
Do not heal
Sealed

In my own scalding
Too hot to cool
Too boiled

Too old
To go back to school
Relearn all 

I have ever
Known.

I am
Thrown.
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