I am in so much pain. every day I fight for the right,
thinking that maybe this would make me feel bright;
troubles constantly getting worse, you think I am lazy,
but I think its a curse.
even with you I don't feel anymore, I can't remember the last time I wasn't sore. sore of the pain that rambles through my head;
Sometimes I wish I was dead.
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After You Left
Poetrycomplete poetry collection, over 70 poems from my darkest times and issues with love