Battle
As I sit here hateing
I feel so hopeless
for my body is fighting
and everyone if faithless
All I have is pain
with all this heartache
these battle wounds are a gain
as I fight this headache
For God give me the strength
as my anxiety is araising
because all i have is thought
and the battle of hurting
As no one cares
no one cares
Copyright © Lola Eaton | Year Posted 2015
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