Everyday it gets harder.
Everyday it's like a nightmare progressing on.
Everyday is another prayer echoing from my bones.
Asking God to take me now.
Everyday I close up more.
Everyday it gets more impossible.
Everyday I feel myself die some more.
Everyday I lay on my bed wondering how I'll leave this hell.
I've never felt so much pain.
Updated on 1/1/17
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