The Grief Stricken Song
I feel abused.
Not physically or mentally,
But internally.
Everything within has been barricaded
by hurt and anger.
Pain takes over all of my organs riding it like a
ranting bull,
Awaiting the finish line.
Time moves faster and I still feel empty.
I still feel the pain.
It has dissipated a bit but,
No matter what, it's still there.
What's left of my tired soul peaks
through,
Any open holes or gaps that may reveal itself.
I just can't seem to shake off this agony and in
the process,
I die slowly.
Internally rather than physically
Because I have been that much abused before.
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