Hurting
My body is full of a terrible pain
But it is not of the physical kind
It’s a darkness that is haunting me
And it tortures my soul and mind
It has turned my life into turmoil
Becoming something that I hate
I would do anything to change it
But I feel that it has become too late
I’m slow coming to grasp the fact
That my life will always be this way
A depressed and lonely existence
Until I have reached my dying day
This haunting force that consumes me
Has ruined the life that I’ve been bestowed
Each day a daunting task I’m forced to face
14,637 days and the pain never slowed
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