Anger
Is there room for more sadness in here?
isn't the gray day enough?
and the constant failures?
in the body the pain
in life the disappointments
the humiliation and the shame
I'm exposing my jugular now
the arteries
every life engine that can be eliminated
to shorten this via crucis
when dreams are defeated
there's no limit to sadness
that someone can load
don't talk about hope anymore
I got sick of waiting
and if something in me still thrives
it's the anger
that I don't hide anymore
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