This Torturous Life
THIS TORTUROUS LIFE
Is this life make-believe?
I cope not with the life struggles that beset me
For they are hell-bent on wrecking me
Forever seeking me out
They harangue most grievously
Damaging me irrevocably
No one it seems can rescue me
A wretched existence
And a noose is this life to me
All I know is woe
And gnawing misery
How can I be strong
Without help to overcome
Being me?
My wounds heal not
For I pick them apart deliberately
I am accustomed to
The pain of surviving
I am an almost empty shell
Filled with vitriolic animosity
When will I be set free
From abandoned hopes
And this darkness of despair?
Oh what a cruel joke
Is this existence that
Vexes
Antagonises
And tortures me
I continue existing from day to day
I feel like I might live to eternity
Something that is not good for me
I have survived this far
But only barely
I am ungraciously unhappy
The grave is a place I would
Welcome gladly
I tangoed with the hammer
That is life and lost
Deep scars I now parade
From every blow
With an existence of pure misery
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