The best,isn't the best,The worst has only become a curse,far too heavy for me to carry,while I carry this burden alone, I see others merry while I groan,I could feel a feeling I had naevertheless felt before,burning deeply into my very heart core,bitter it tastes,it makes my heart pound as if I had ran a race.
I feel it course though my veins,my skin.....and every where else pain could be felt,I couldn't hurt the one who made me feel this way,so I lay low and let my heart melt.
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pain poetry
PoetryIts my life story documented in small words,its nothing but an endless siege of depression and sorrow.
