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.