I don't know day
I don't know night
It seems the end
Is not in sight
The loneliness and hurt
That fills up my heart
The hatred and pain
Tears me apart
The struggle I feel
Keeps holding me down
The bile keeps rising
I can barely keep it bound
Feeling so helpless
And tired of giving
I've run out of options
So I'm just existing
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Author:
S.Lancaster-Primus (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
An internal struggle such as that depicted through your words, always just leaves us to just be, nothing more. Great clarity to this.
Thank yoi
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