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My Mind Hurts To - Chronic Pain the Mental Implications
Nothing But Sorrow There is no longer any sign of hope, The truth of reality is to much to bare, My mangled mind can no longer cope, As I'm filled with nothing but despair, I long for the fortune of a normal life, To bare a babe such is a woman's right, longing is my womb, but never to hold a life, To broken to hold the purist of life, The loneliness of my solo fight, My life alone no love from my child, A life to be filled with only pain in sight, I often wonder just how my child would of smiled, I questioned myself why bother to carry on, What bind to i have to this life i say, All of us lie maybe i could be sly just one, But my soul will be the one to pay, Could or would the lord end my anguish, I guess he's wrath would mark me condemned, Maybe i could fight but would he simply have me vanquished Regardless i am damned to reach a bitter end. Damned to burn in the fire of eternity, Or would he show pity because of the life he's bestowed on me, These daily struggles and thoughts i must bottle to save my sanity Maybe the only way i will see is it i chance it and see.
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